happilyeverbeginning | Keeping Warm During a Snowstorm

Panic might as well have been Antoine's middle name. Once fear settled in his head, it was hard to think rationally. It had started out so simply - Knothole was due for a hard snowstorm, and the princess had ordered everyone to stay home. That was fine and good, and the snow had built, and as Antoine had been about to make himself a warm snack he had touched the metal stove. He had shivered - metal was extra chilly during the winter, he noticed.

Then it struck him like lightning - how was Bunnie going to handle this?! Half of her body was metallic! What if she was writhing in agony right this very second? She was his best friend - with definitely something extra growing underneath the surface - and she was suffering endless agony! TO ARMS!

That would explain why he was out in the snow and the storm, relentlessly digging away towards Bunnie's small house, a hefty backpack so full of blankets that it was ready to explode at the seams on his back, and a load of hastily chopped firewood hung over his shoulder. By now his own tail was ready to freeze off, but he refused to stop until he was at her door.

"HANG ON, MON CHERE!"

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Bunnie gave a smile as Antoine turned his backside to her again. She took a gratuitous glance but decided staring was none too ladylike and averted her gaze happily to her food.

She took her spoon and finally took a spoonful of food. "Mmm." Her usually droopy ear perked straight up. "You made this with what Ah had here? his must be some kinda magic."

Antoine was still oblivious that any part of him was being admired, his eyes solely on the fire. "Perhaps on another one of our grand visits, I can be showing you how I made eet. Eet eez hardly so difficult."

"Ah would like that a lot." Though she suspected she would be doing less 'cooking' and more of 'watching a master at work'. She smirked. "Ah'll have to buy mahself a nice apron if we're going to have a cooking lesson." She supposed that Antoine wouldn't risk his masculinity enough to wear one of them himself. Aprons were always ruffly and pretty!

And once again, Antoine defied her expectations. "You can be borrowing mine, until we find you a proper one. Light colors highlight stains, and you want plenty of pockets to carry your necessary supplies so you're not constantly walking back and forth een ze kitchen." He stands up a little straighter, proud. "Mine cost me a good coin, so you know eet eez quality."

It might've come out more flat than she liked, but she couldn't help but balk at the works. "Y-you got an apron?" And he admitted to it?

Bunnie gawked. She gawked hard. He cooked, he was considerate, pampering even, and he wasn't afraid to admit he owned something as non-masculine as a cooking apron.

...What kind of strange dream of a man was this guy?

Antoine merely blinked at her question. Why, who wouldn't wear an apron to cook? What, did they want to get their clothes and/or fur all messy? It's not like he'd go about wearing it in public on the street.

"Yeah... so what?" The way she put it made it sound embarrassing. "Eef you don't want eet, you don't have to take eet..."

Bunnie felt her face heat up much to her own dismay. She sighed, resining to stirring the soup with a spoon. "It's just that... You're full of surprises, Antoine. Ah never thought you'd be the kind to like these kinda things and be so carin'." With a deep breath, she regained her composure. "It's nice to get to know my friends better is all."

Antoine's body gives him away before his face does - his ears perk up quite happily, and his tail swishes. He's oblivious to both of these, and tries to play it off like she's not being super adorable and he doesn't care about all those genuine compliments and it does not please him beyond words to have someone calling him a friend.

"Ah... well, of course!" He tries to play it cool, tossing a hand up, wagwagwagwag. "We are very good friends, after all. I would tell you my life history, you need only ask. But perhaps, for once, we have heard enough about me. I would enjoy learning more about my friend."

She gave a little laugh, trying to hide the smile with the back of her palm as she did so. "Ah'd say we have the time." She patted the space on the couch beside her. "Think we might be snowed in here for a while."

Antoine sat next to her, all smiles. "Yes... and, honestly, I wouldn't mind eet eef stayed around a while."

Keeping Warm During a Snowstorm - Antoine & Bunnie

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