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Doesn't Happen On Its Own
Everett tightened the plum towel around the dampened fur of his waist, spikes of his saturated coat peaking over the fabric, which had already been given a vigorous workout drying the entirety of the lop's body following his shower. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he scooped up the brush from the sink, running the bristles down the length of his arms. River and Elliot were having another one of their 'things' and per usual, Reiss had taken the liberty of inviting both himself and Everett, roughly 36 hours prior to Everett's knowledge of the event. A night on the couch, under the blanket in front of some bloody schlock sounded nice, but alas, here he was, getting cleaned up for yet another social gathering. Why society was so fascinated by those things, he'd never fully understand.
POP!
"Reiss?" Everett called, keeping his eyes focused on his reflection.
"Yuh-huh?" the squirrel called back from elsewhere in the apartment.
"Are you getting ready?"
"Uh-huh, just putting my jacket on."
POP!
"Then why does it sound like you're playing with your dart gun?"
Everett pulled one of his ears taught, gliding the brush over the bespeckled fur which made up his most striking feature. Aside from what was expected on a societal level, Everett wasn't necessarily one to primp in front of the mirror. All the same, perhaps it was a compulsion; people looked at lops with a certain...expectation. Much like how Reiss paid special attention to his tail (perhaps the only area of excess in Reiss's grooming regimen), Everett felt some kind of obligation to make sure Left and Right were operating at peak. If nothing else, it really pissed off the long-ears. They could have the muscle. He wasn't a sports guy, anyway. His eyes drifted downward, to the counter.
Oh, for God's sake.
"Reiss, I thought we were gonna start putting our toothbrush back into the cup when we're done using it?"
"Uh...I didn't? I put the cap back on, though!"
"Yes...but we were going to start doing both, remember?"
"My bad...can you get that?"
"No..." groaned Everett, switching ears, "because if I do, you'll never learn to put it away, only to keep asking me to do it."
The sound of feet trotting across the apartment grew closer until the visual of the squirrel's boisterous, fire-furred tail loomed up behind Everett's reflection in the mirror. As Reiss came up on Everett's left, the periphery of the rabbit's vision was overcome with red. Lots of red. Nothing but red, actually.
"Why are - I thought you said you just needed a jacket," reminded Everett, holding his brush-to-ear position.
"Oh, uh...right," stammered the bare-bodied squirrel, dropping the toothbrush back into the cup with a clatter. "Yeah I mean like, after I get my other clothes on, then I'll just need a jacket."
"That's not...how words work," sighed the rabbit, returning to his brushing. "We have to be there in like 45 minutes."
"Well you're not dressed either," Reiss shrugged.
"That's because I let you take the first shower. Which I did so you'd have more time to get dressed. Which you need because you always do...this."
"So then, you were right, what's the problem?"
Everett glanced in exasperation over to Reiss. There it was, that smile, that annoyingly forgivable smile, that smile that had gotten him out of multiple traffic tickets, numerous write-ups, and countless lectures.
Everett leaned in, giving the squirrel a small peck on the side of his muzzle. They were so close, now. Close enough that Everett could reach that multi-colored plastic gun that Reiss thought he was hiding behind his left flank.
"Give me that," Everett instructed, extracting the toy out from Reiss's grip. "Now go get dressed."
With that, Reiss scurried off, leaving Everett alone in front of the mirror once again, brush in one hand, dart gun in the other. He set the gun down in the sink, where it sat crookedly against the bowl-shaped walls of the basin. He readied the brush, pulling his ear tight once more.
Back to work.
POP!
A sigh. He knew he should have only let him buy one.
Commission for
ReindeerViking featuring a short story I pulled out of my ass.
I haven't decided how I feel about this one yet. Better sleep on it.
POP!
"Reiss?" Everett called, keeping his eyes focused on his reflection.
"Yuh-huh?" the squirrel called back from elsewhere in the apartment.
"Are you getting ready?"
"Uh-huh, just putting my jacket on."
POP!
"Then why does it sound like you're playing with your dart gun?"
Everett pulled one of his ears taught, gliding the brush over the bespeckled fur which made up his most striking feature. Aside from what was expected on a societal level, Everett wasn't necessarily one to primp in front of the mirror. All the same, perhaps it was a compulsion; people looked at lops with a certain...expectation. Much like how Reiss paid special attention to his tail (perhaps the only area of excess in Reiss's grooming regimen), Everett felt some kind of obligation to make sure Left and Right were operating at peak. If nothing else, it really pissed off the long-ears. They could have the muscle. He wasn't a sports guy, anyway. His eyes drifted downward, to the counter.
Oh, for God's sake.
"Reiss, I thought we were gonna start putting our toothbrush back into the cup when we're done using it?"
"Uh...I didn't? I put the cap back on, though!"
"Yes...but we were going to start doing both, remember?"
"My bad...can you get that?"
"No..." groaned Everett, switching ears, "because if I do, you'll never learn to put it away, only to keep asking me to do it."
The sound of feet trotting across the apartment grew closer until the visual of the squirrel's boisterous, fire-furred tail loomed up behind Everett's reflection in the mirror. As Reiss came up on Everett's left, the periphery of the rabbit's vision was overcome with red. Lots of red. Nothing but red, actually.
"Why are - I thought you said you just needed a jacket," reminded Everett, holding his brush-to-ear position.
"Oh, uh...right," stammered the bare-bodied squirrel, dropping the toothbrush back into the cup with a clatter. "Yeah I mean like, after I get my other clothes on, then I'll just need a jacket."
"That's not...how words work," sighed the rabbit, returning to his brushing. "We have to be there in like 45 minutes."
"Well you're not dressed either," Reiss shrugged.
"That's because I let you take the first shower. Which I did so you'd have more time to get dressed. Which you need because you always do...this."
"So then, you were right, what's the problem?"
Everett glanced in exasperation over to Reiss. There it was, that smile, that annoyingly forgivable smile, that smile that had gotten him out of multiple traffic tickets, numerous write-ups, and countless lectures.
Everett leaned in, giving the squirrel a small peck on the side of his muzzle. They were so close, now. Close enough that Everett could reach that multi-colored plastic gun that Reiss thought he was hiding behind his left flank.
"Give me that," Everett instructed, extracting the toy out from Reiss's grip. "Now go get dressed."
With that, Reiss scurried off, leaving Everett alone in front of the mirror once again, brush in one hand, dart gun in the other. He set the gun down in the sink, where it sat crookedly against the bowl-shaped walls of the basin. He readied the brush, pulling his ear tight once more.
Back to work.
POP!
A sigh. He knew he should have only let him buy one.
Commission for
ReindeerViking featuring a short story I pulled out of my ass.I haven't decided how I feel about this one yet. Better sleep on it.
Category All / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Male
Size 1000 x 1242px
File Size 1.55 MB
I actually appreciate you for the small story you put here. A little backstory never hurt. I'm quite a fan of the cute rabbit with some light chub as well.
Nice work on the shading. Did you try a new approach on your backgrounds? It came out well.
For a lot of my backgrounds I just do very simple lineart shaded in the same color. Here, I originally did more practical texturing on the background using cross hatching and what not but decided it looked very messy and amateurish and, out of desperation, I lightened almost all of the background until only the basic lineart remained visible. Then I just retextured it using some GIMP brushes.
So to answer your question...maybe? But not necessarily on purpose.
So to answer your question...maybe? But not necessarily on purpose.
Slice of life stuff is good, I like seeing this sort of thng.
Well, you may not be sure, but I think this looks lively. The little story-vignette is very sweet too; a lovely glimpse into some sweet domesticity.
Your artwork and writing skills are amazing! You got some serious talent :D
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