>>5816103*Apologies for the delay expanded some encounters later on for CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! Also car troubles, anyway on with the now daily show as planned!*
With the multitude of colored freaks surrounding you, you don’t know their intent, but you know your instincts. And your instincts tell you to put ‘em up! Within an instant you bring yourself to your brawlin’ stance. It ain’t pretty or professional but you’ve dusted your knuckles on more than a few rowdy customers in the past.
These people are gonna be picking up their teeth off the floor with broken fingers! The rabbit is walking towards you and snicking at your perfectly reasonable action. That damn smile.
“Well, at least this guy is less uppity than Pom-“ The rabbit’s words are cut off as your fist nearly meets with his face. The rabbit dodges, just barely your fist partially grazing his cheek. Before the demon can react however you throw out a right hook, putting your weight into it, which the rabbit narrowly dodges again.
“Jeez! What’s wrong with you?” The rabbit says as he huffs and focuses on dodging the city bred fury of a chef in a corner.
“I ain’t going down to Mickey Mouse Club House!” You yell out with determined fury. Continuing your assault on the cartoon miscreant. All of the characters seem to have gathered around to see this one sided brawl.
A rag doll, with red thread hair and a blue button eye approaches you as you swing wildly at the slightly scared rabbit. Wearing a blue dress looking very similar to a raggedy Ann doll. She looks upon the scene with only mild worry.
“Calm down new guy, nobody’s gonna shank you. Well, Jax might, but….uh, okay bad way to phrase that.” The doll says. Nervously chuckling and hunching over a bit as she realized how odd her statement was.
“A little help would be appreciat-Hey!” Again he barely dodges your fist of culinary fury, the cur…
“You’re fine.” The shape says a bit of amusement clear in her voice at the spectacle.
“You’re great at dodging!” A mask wearing being says, shooting a streamer appendage in the air.
“What did I do to deserve this huh? Recently I mean…like in the past 30 minutes.” The assault victim corrects.
Eventually you feel yourself start to tire, the pain train is momentarily delayed. With a huff you put down your dukes. The rabbit falls to his knees, looking exhausted. You feel something familiar seep into your mind, an insult, a spark of rage, fist meeting flesh, then satisfaction.
