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The response from the stranger made her toss back her head again, but this time instead of snapping at the snow that fell in dandruff-sized chunks, she was laughing uproariously. High! She thinks I'm high, but on what? The cold? Well, it was possible. Heaving a breath back in to her narrow-set lungs, Kratha looked at the odd girl and snickered, shaking her head and blinking away funny beads of tears at the corners of those big eyes.

You takin' that home with you? She slunk forwards a step, slowly, as if she were approaching something incredibly dangerous or incredibly interesting; to be honest, Kratha hadn't decided which type of person this stranger was. Or are you gonna eat it here? Can I watch? Her eyes zipped between the rabbit at her paws and the girl's face, to and fro, frantically, before she had to lick her own lips to stop the drool from pooling from her sharp face.

Sorry! Sorry! I must be so weird to you — ahem, Kratha plopped her butt down and crossed her forepaws, looking almost dainty if it weren't for the concave nature of her empty belly or the way her shoulders and hips jut out from their sockets. I just — it's been a while, y'know, since I've seen anyone.