>>37209379"What was stopping Pippa from going to AX with everyone else during her break?"
>Be me>Be Pippa Pipkin>My Coworkers have invited me to go to an anime convention>BeenThereDoneThat until realize it is AX which is a bigger convention, not like AiMatsuri>Check discord as my 'friends' all whine about how they have a spot open and I'm the only one that can fill it>I Dislike Junji Ito>I reply "I'll think about it" even though I know that is just me lying to myself and that I'll actually just forget about it and procrastinate until saying I won't go.>I close the program and feel a fluff on my toes>Let's just pretend it's Pekora, I forgot I let the buns have some free time this month.>I lean forward in my chair, careful to not let my developing muffin top be pinched even though I only wear the same simplest and most comfy cotton pajamas for days on end, and reach around for my beloved creature.>My fingers are met with the softest of plush, begging to be stroked, sniffing at my fingers.>I oblige, giving a few scritches and then smoothing her pelt down with my fingers in a blade, watching to make sure I don't pull her ears too hard or hit my head on the underside of my table.>My chair groans from the unnatural forward pressure, pleading to return to the upright position I usually presume at this time of day. I am not that fat, but I can partially recognize that my lifestyle wouldn't lend itself to producing a healthy individual. It's why I own pets to cope as a matter of fact!.>I wince at my own thoughts and continue to groom Pekora with my fingers. Who just says they 'cope' like that? I don't cope, I'm happy just where I am. I'm better than those /vt/ards that constantly talk about me. What do they know?>I'm interrupted by Pekora beginning to wig out. She doesn't like me petting her? Ah, she wants to be held, then.>I pick her up gently, making sure to support her legs so she doesn't stretch out and believe she's falling, and extract ourselves from under my desk.>As the scent of chewed cables, feet, and dirt lessens, I hold Pekora up and take a look at her. She seems to be in the same state health-wise as me, whatever that means.>That's good enough for me, and content with the thought, I reach down with my toes, find the flooring, and plant my heels to stand up.>A wave of nausea hits me, fading my vision, forcing me to take a hand off my bunny in order to stabilize myself on my desk. I can feel how her muscles tensed up under her fur with my remaining hand, the poor thing thinking I would ever drop her accidentally.>Should have had breakfast this afternoon, I think, mentally kicking myself once more as I always do when this happens every day. I'll go post a rrat about how I chew cables to make up for an Iron Deficiency despite copper being a poor substitute due to my low IQ.>Wincing at my bad habit again, I return to an upright stance, somehow, planting both of my feet wide, and calming the poor creature, holding her close to my chest.>Her heartbeat as a rabbit was always faster than mine, considering I am only part rabbit, but I could tell that she remained frightened.>Walking to the center of the room, I can hear the piston in my chair hiss quietly as it expands ever so slightly, mistreated by years of surfing the web, unmoving. I could get a new one. What little my boss pays me could easily afford it and this month's frozen microwave groceries easily. Heck, I bet that I could set up an account somewhere and some poor anon would buy it for me!>Realizing my bad extrapolation, I dismiss the thought and turn my attention to Pekora. The rhythmic thumping of me walking in a circle in my room seems to help. I suppose this is what mothers do, though of course, I would likely have no children of my own. Not in this profession, and not in this state of existence.>I resolve to take care of my bunnies, they are enough for me.>I plant a kiss on Pekora's little forehead, and move to put her once again in her enclosure. Realizing this, she doesn't break eye contact with me, knowing of what is to come.>They should still have food in there from when I refilled it with a load for the month, at least what little math I did said it should last. It's easier that way, so I don't have to worry about knocking over a half eaten bowl when I swap out all the substrate and bedding in there every day or so.>It's not like I notice the smell anyways.>If anyone came into MY room, their first thought wouldn't be that I Take Poor Care Of My Rabbits, and that would be off topic anyways.>Content, I place her in her cage, and look over my shoulder to see how she hasn't moved from where I set her. It is her world after all, why wouldn't she enjoy it?>I take another step, and then pause as I reach for the doorknob.>Who would I even consult on the matter of me going to AX and trying to enjoy this world and this life? Not my parents, for sure, who wouldn't understand it. 