[ It’s good that he seems to be calm now. Francis realises there’s something he can do that Arzzhur will really like. ]
I’m sorry, can.. wait ? I forgot someone.
[ Hoping that his friend won’t get upset for leaving, he mutters an apology and runs out of the room. He wants to be quick at least. Francis runs to the garden, to Philibert the bunny’s favourite place, crouches down to catch him and comes back to the room with him. He sits in the nest and gently let the rabbit free. ]
Sorry. Thought you’d like…
//He nods, and waits for Francis to return, hoping he doesn’t nod off before then. He nearly has when the other boy enters the room, and he jerks up at the noise, surprised. But then he sees the rabbit, and a large grin stretches across his face. As Francis puts Philibert down, Arthur holds out his hand in a welcoming gesture - the rabbit immediately goes to him, and he pets its head, scratching behind the ears, before lifting it into his arms and giving it a gentle squeeze.
He looks so healthy, Francis! You must be taking very good care of him. He is happy.
Is he ? It’s like you can talk to them, I mean, I did everything you usually do with your bunnies, but sometimes I wasn’t sure. But if you tell me, I guess he is. We’re lucky big me has a big garden, I didn’t like much keeping him in my room during the hot days.
[ He smiles, feeling a kind of pride at Arzzhur’s words. It’s like Arzzhur is.. proud of him, somehow, and it does make him really happy. ]
He does sleep in my room at night sometimes. I think he’ll sleep with me when the weather will be colder, but I’m scared to let him in my bed. He’s still really small, even if he got bigger !
[ Wasn’t Philibert the smallest bunny of the litter ? It was likely.
And it feels like he recognizes Arzzhur. Unless bunnies are just naturally drawn to him, which wouldn’t surprise Francis at all. ]