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Some warmer patches of carpet are under the light closer to the corner, but the stranger here is in the way.
It's been hunched over the large wooden machine for likely an eternity now, without fail the contraption would create a smooth chiming noise whenever one of these big guys sat over it, except it seems that this new one is intent on using it all wrong. All the harmonies are clunked up, changing from slower and faster for seemingly no reason. The stranger grunts in tune with any of these wrong notes, all while reeking. The other big ones all smell of daal and vague lemon, but this one smells of something fake and sweet, like a perfumed rotten apple.
I don't even know why its in my space, nobody warned me! I should've been given notice, I would've soaked in the warm light just a bit more this morning if I knew this ridiculous big thing would be hogging and clogging up the place.
It played another odd noise and paused at its ugliness. In frustration itch my ear.
Then, the thing looks at me!
Drat! I thought I was concealed in the base underneath this large blue lounging contraption, but the stranger's large, unfamiliar eyes find my right, and it curiously begins to tiptoe to my resting place. Crouching down it hushes and coos at me with a small hand nearing my face, a bundle of teeth gleam from the inferior white-heatless light behind me, and as soon as its clammy nubs poke at my fur, I back into the depths of the couch!
I side-eye the intruder still, and I can see that its confusion caused a recoil, with the hand retracted onto its neon pink shirt. If its smart it'll take a hint! Not all bunnies like strangers, and especially not when they're being poked and prodded at by them.
Especially ones who make thunderous noise.
Some more teasing words are hummed at me again, with it getting even lower to match me, I don't break eye contact in case it urges to poke me again. Why would I be more entertaining to this mini stranger than the noise machine? Can't an old lop like me get some peace?
Suddenly, to my delight, a zesty warm smell floods the air behind my tormentor, it parts its invasive gaze from me at last to jolt up. Noise follows and whatever she yapped caused the stranger to pull up out of my sight for good.
It wishes me goodbye, and I don't respond! What I do is sit idly as the basement grows quiet and then dark. In satisfaction I tuck my tiny toes under my belly and accustom to the now somber afternoon, a faint glow from the corner is all that illuminates my eyes - as well as my victory.