Parry continues waving the box from side to side, always just out of reach of the Princesses grasp. He giggles at the sight, the princess behaving like a dog begging for a turkey leg at the table. He'd been roped into the Princesses schemes and adventures one too many times before with no say on the matter. This felt like just the right payback for him. No doubt the sugar infusion would send the Princess on another adventure in town.

"I dunno... the last time I gave you sugar like this you glomped me, and we both know how much I dislike being glomped." He raises the box up just a little higher, then smiles before tossing it into the air.

"Catch!"

"I dunno... the last time I gave you sugar like this you glomped me, and we both know how much I dislike being glomped."

*whimpers, sensing defeat* (Aww, no pocky or glompies for me~... I hate it when he's in this mood to tease m-) O///.///O !!! *watches it soar through the air and immediately begins running after it, her steps occasionally punctuated by a bunny hop as she can barely contain her excitement, calling out to the sweet treats as she runs, lifting the front of her dress to make it easier to run* Wait for me, pockykins~!!! ♪ >///ω///<

[Ichiyo, still in his waiter's uniform, runs up to the front of a house and stops. It is a small house, but has two floors. It is currently lit only by the streetlights on the sidewalk in front if it, which cast light on the powder blue siding and dark green shutters. Typical of a cozy, suburban house, it has a white picket fence enclosing the small front lawn, most of which is occupied by a low-cut hedge that serves as a second fence and grows along the house, seemingly creating a double barrier. A gate centered directly in front of the door has a simple, cobble path leading to the door, and is largely covered by grass.]

*sighs heavily in relief as he sees that there are no lights on, then reaches back into his backpack and fishes around for a moment. Pushes through the gate and steps up to the front door just as he locates the key he was searching for, then inserts it into the lock and jiggles it about before turning it and pushing the door simultaneously. Turns right without even bothering to inspect the room to his left or the staircase in front of him, and tosses his bag next to the blue couch, then plops himself right in the center of it, reaching his arms out across the back, and sprawling widely, head leaning back to face the ceiling, eyes closed.*

[For just a moment, he is the picture of exhausted peace; a tired figure relaxing in a darkened room at the end of what had been a tedious day at work and an unusually eventful trip home. Then a light turns on at the top of the staircase, seeping into the adjacent room, and a shrill voice punctuates the night. YOUNG MAN, WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE? YOU KNOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME...
A low groan emanates from the dark room. The rant has only just begun.]

Parry grins wistfully as the Princess set off running for the Pocky. As she trekked after the box, he extends his powers just slightly to kick up the wind, pushing the box further and further outside her grasp every time she approaches it. The playful tricks would be funny if his shopping bags weren't so heavy.

Finally as they come to the edge of town, he stops with the tricks and lets the Princess catch up with her beloved chocolate biscuit treats.

"I suppose that's enough of a run for your money," Parry says. "You're welcome Princess!"

[The throne room of Bunnyville Castle is large and mostly circular in shape, the dome skylight ceiling covered with cherry blossom petals, creating pink pools of light on the thickly carpeted white floor as the sun illuminates the room, the curved wall of the largest part of the room painted as a mural of the silhouettes of cherry blossom trees, the background being pink while the silhouettes themselves are white. Stewn all over the floor are countless cushions, tiny bunnies lying sleeping amidst the velvety softness, their fuzzy white fur almost blending in with the pristine carpet if not for their delicate whiskers, twitching as they dream. At the farthest side of the back of the room, situated exactly opposite the set of white marble double doors engraved with heart-shaped petals falling from a single large cherry blossom tree which is halved perfectly symmetrically whenever the doors are opened, the otherwise perfect circular shape of the room is disrupted by the wall curving further back, to allow more room for and encircle a high stage-like structure of the same white marble as the set of double doors, built to fit into the curve of the wall with stairs carpeted pink and handrails of an intricate swirling design leading up to the drawn-back pink velvet curtains, secured open by large white bows, furthering the stage-like appearance of this area, the wall behind the curtains not continuing the cherry blossom tree silhouette mural of the rest of the room, but instead is simply white with pink heart-shaped petals, the pink carpet of the stairs continuing across the rest of the 'stage', surrounding the tall throne in the center, the back of which forms a giant cherry blossom tree almost reaching the ceiling, the throne in fact not a manufactured object of man's creation but what had originally been a tree, and has had a chair carved into it, cushiony velvet filling the area meant to be sat in on both the seat and back to be leaned against.]

*strides in through the set of double doors with her arms open and a bright, cheery smile, the last remaining pocky stick of the packet still in her mouth as she greets her adoring (and adorabubble) loyal subjects* I'm hooomeee, everyooonnneee~! ♪ ^///o///^ *kneels to allow the bunnies to jump all over and nuzzle into her, the skirt of her dress spreading out in a large puffy circle around her, her thick layered petticoat acting as a trampoline for the tiny bunnies hopping around her excitedly as she giggles with joy, then leans down to bundle them one by one into her arms and rises to her feet, carrying them out of the throne room, through the vast corridors and out into the cherry blossom tree-lined castle courtyard, walking through the finely tended gardens of pink and white carnations arranged in heart formations until reaching the farthest she can get out of sight within the grounds, hiding behind a dense pink rose bush, from where she is able to overlook the entirety of Bunnyville from the top of the towering hill the castle is situated atop, whispering to the attentive bunnies* I know Parry-Par says he isn't supposed to let me have sugary things, but I'm really thirsty~! Would you little fuzzykins be so kind as to bring me one of my most favouritest special milkshakes~? Ooh, and I need some of you form an elite squad of ninja bunnies to make sure Parry-Par doesn't find me~! Think you can handle it~?

*the bunnies nod simultaneously before dividing themselves into chefs and ninjas, the chef bunnies donning teeny tiny chef hats with a pink bow at the front while the elite squad of ninja bunnies put on little pink ninja hoods with special holes to accommodate their earsies, making her giggle* Now, go forth~! Your Princess needs you~!
*the bunnies scatter, leaving her to sit looking at the town as she remembers her encounter with the waiter* (So, unbeknownst to me he has been a fellow classmate of mine while also managing to hold down a job~...? It must take up all of his time~... No wonder he had only just started to head home when I met him~! Balancing a career and school life must be so difficult~... The people of this town deserve to have time to enjoy themselves, especially at his age~!
*blinks out of her thoughts as a tall glass of strawberry milkshake is presented to her by the chef bunnies, working together to hold it up to her as they struggle to handle the weight* Aww, I'm so sowwy~!!! Thank you so much for all your hard work, I'm very proud of you~! *takes the milkshake and licks some of the whipped cream with white chocolate shavings on top with a cherry, stroking the bunnies fondly as an idea occurs to her* ...~! (Ooh, I know~! Tomorrow I'll surprise him and make sure he has the bestest day ever~! Let's see, what might make him happy~...?) ♪ ^///ω///^ *sits hiding with the bunnies as she plans out her self-appointed mission, for once looking forward to school the next day*

[It has progressed from dusk to full darkness. Stars litter the skies of Bunnyville and the moon shines brightly upon the streets below. Despite the night sky, the ground is nearly as illuminated as it had been a few hours earlier. Leaves flutter low across the ground, propelled by a breeze that ruffles treetops. The night is still, broken only by the sounds of the wind whistling through the air.
A door opens, then softly closes. Now dressed in more comfortable clothes and lugging a large, curved case, Ichiyo Yamamoto exits his house. His face is blank, but some emotion rolls across the surface, indecipherable to any but his close friends or family.]

[Masaharu's car's engine just blew while racing through the hills to the parking of the castle of Princess Sakura and back, the car's vigorousness is now gone. Thankfully, the engine blew up just near the castle not too far to walk there and call for help.]
Wish I've brought my phone here so I could have the car carried by my friend instead of needing someone to call for help... *After pulling the hand brakes and setting road flares on the ground, runs to the castle and knocks the front door which happened to be a set of double doors and patiently waited for response.* Hopefully someone's still awake...

*hearing the roar of an engine as the car passes the castle, hides behind the brick wall outlining the perimeter of the grounds, waiting for the vehicle to leave but is surprised to hear the engine die, anxiously peeks over the wall on tippytoes to see a figure approaching the castle* (I'd better be careful that he doesn't see me out here~...) *scurries off back indoors, seating herself upon the throne in preparation for his arrival, brushing her long pink tresses and removing the large pink ribbon on top of her head to replace it with a small white diamond crown adorned with pink heart-shaped jewels, giving each of the bunnies a frilly pink bonnet, knowing that one of the butlers will escort the visitor to her*

[As she had expected, a stoic-faced butler with platinum-blonde hair and wearing a pink suit opens the door to the man outside, appraising his jumpsuit with an air of scepticism.] "May I help you, sir...?"

May I use a phone, please? I can't go home because my car just stopped working otherwise... *Shyly looked at the stoic looking butler wearing a pink colored suit which didn't seem to match the face. before thinking."Uhh... is it normal here to wear pink stuff instead of something colored more... normally?"* [Apparaises the butler's suit with multiple thoughts in him about why it is pink instead of black or navy blue.]

[The butler takes a moment to survey the situation, removing his monocle to wipe it with a white and pink polka-dotted cloth taken from the pocket of his pink waistcoat, then looks through the lens towards the broken down car. Now knowing his words to be true but still reluctant to trust the stranger, the butler looks at the man, his face as stoic as ever.] ...Very well. It is in my best interests to ensure that the Princess is safe, so you must understand my suspicion of a stranger's arrival so late at night. However... our Princess would never turn anyone away, even if they sought to cause her harm. [At this, the butler shakes his head.] Kind though she is, one can't help worrying of the danger she risks putting herself in... Alas, I digress. [The butler opens the door more fully, stepping back to allow the man to enter, bowing courteously.] There is a phone located sharply to your left, next to the front-facing window. I trust you will not take long. Should you require anything else, I am here to serve.

[The park is a wide expanse of open ground, interspersed with the occasional oak, birch, or cherry tree. While there is a winding path down the center that is illuminated by streetlights, the majority remains shrouded in darkness. The field is adjacent to a large lake with a pier off of which many enjoy a spot of fishing or other water sports. At the moment, there is a man night fishing at the end, with his tackle and a large bucket sitting beside him. Several of the town's namesakes lie in piles, sleeping on the grass with tiny sides moving in and out peacefully as they slumber, creating a terranean cloudscape.
Among them winds a young man, black case bouncing heavily against his leg with every other step. He looks cautiously out at the pier, and seems relieved to see that its only inhabitant has his back to him. His aim is clearly the most densely forested section of the park, darker and more secluded.
Once he arrives, he moves with a purpose, directly towards a medium-sized rock; one just large enough to serve as a seat. Evidently, that is what he's here for, as he sits upon it and place the mysterious case he has been carrying in front of him. Unlocking it, he removes a large wooden instrument and matching bow. The body of the instrument, a cello, is battered and looks like it has seen better days. The bow obviously needs a re-hairing.
Nonetheless, when he closes his eyes and begins to play, a beautifully haunting refrain emanates from just below the bridge. His body sways as he plays, left hand striking notes swiftly and vibrating as he holds, releasing emotion through song. His right hand adroitly sweeps the bow across the strings, increasing in fervor as he plays. As the melody grows, an audience gathers. Many of the previously sleeping rabbits have followed the sound to him, and now sit watching without his knowledge. Finishing his first song, he looks up, seeing them.]
W-what are you guys doing here? Get away! Don't...don't watch me.
*gets up and shoos them, then wipes a spot of sweat from his forehead and reseats himself, preparing his instrument for the next song*

Thanks. By the way, may I talk to the Princess after the call since I heard she is pretty kind, please? *Bows to the butler before entering the castle and looking around to find the phone, which didn't take long since it was located sharply to his left and starts calling for help, entering the number of a auto towing service company.* Well... My car broke at the front of the Bunnyville castle and I need it to be towed to "Gary's Auto Shop" located at the bottom of the hill to the right... 20 minutes? That's pretty quick, thanks. *After finishing the call, looked at the man in pink and started wondering why he is wearing pink.*

[The butler simply returns the look, having closed and securely locked the front doors, remaining completely motionless for the rest of the duration of the phone call, not even blinking.] ...Very well. I shall escort you to the Princess, but please do keep up... I simply haven't the time to wait for you should you fall behind. Well then, let us be off.

[With that the butler breaks into a brisk walk, his tall height making it easy for him to take long strides, the bunny ears on the headband he has no choice but to wear swaying back and forth with each large step. He is aware of this and can't help blushing a little in humiliation, his facial features otherwise giving nothing away. As the butler strides through the halls of the castle he deftly weaves between the other servants still busy cleaning, closing curtains and preparing the castle to go to sleep, maids in frilly pastel toned dresses of every colour except pink using their white aprons to carry large piles of sweets as they bustle in and out of the kitchen to collect more. Before long the butler arrives outside of the throne room and, giving the jumpsuit-wearing driver one last, wordless look, conveys through the stern look in his eyes alone that he will be watching his every move and is prepared to take action against him if he should pose even the slightest threat to the Princess - all the while maintaining the composure of a proper gentleman, of course. Satisfied the visitor will behave himself, the butler uses his gloved hands to push open the set of double doors, entering the throne room and bowing deeply to the girl seated on the throne before gesturing for the visitor to follow suit.]

*having been waiting for what felt like quite some time, had been sitting slumped upon the throne nearly half-asleep, huggling the bonnet-wearing bunnies who had been neatly arranged on her lap according to fluffyness (which was entirely equal, so impossibubble for her to accomplish but felt she had to at least try to achieve perfection), hearing the throne room doors beginning to open quickly composes herself, sitting up straight with her eyes wide open and attentive, eager and curious to meet the visitor* Oooh, hewwo~! *smiles brightly, waving cheerfully, also noticing that the butler is still blushing slightly, pleased that the bunny ears are doing their job* Welcome home~! U-um, that is, I-I mean welcome to MY home, and so~... o///o
..... *lowers her head so her hair falls in front of her, hiding her deeply blushing face with her hands* (Kyaaa~!!! I'm messing up alreadyyyyy~...!) >///<
[Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the park, the bunnies who had been shooed away from the moonlit cello concert are huddled together in big fluffy clumps, their tiny pink noses twitching in morse code to communicate their outrage at having been treated so rudely in their own territory because bunnies don't make a noise, or at least one with a proper name, and logic is boring. Finishing explaining their plan for revenge, the bunnies swarm together to form a giant mecha bunny, holding each other's paws to remain as a single unit, proving once and for all that teamwork is a moderately useful asset. Lifting one giant fluffy leg, the giant mecha bunny takes its first baby step towards the oddly oblivious waiter.]

*heaves a sigh and smiles contentedly, leaning back with the cello resting against his shoulder and chest. Decides that he's done plenty for tonight, and begins to put away his instrument, loosening the bow and pushing in the endpin, when he hears a soft thud from behind him. Sharply turns his head to see what made the noise and nearly drops his bow in terror. The endpin, meanwhile, drops to the turf at his feet.*

What the...?

Wat.

[His face is somewhere in the cross section between petrified, amused, and dumbfounded. Standing in front of him is a large, anthropomorphic, bunny. Logically, he knows there is no way this can be, and yet...it is so.]

[Shakily trying to take a second step, the giant bunny mecha thingy begins to collapse, disintegrating as the fuzzy components begin to get sleepy, falling apart and smothering the waiter. Unsatisfied with the word count of this obvious filler but too sleepy to do anything about it, the roleplayer then proceeded to huggle Usa-chan, giving up for the night to go to sleep.]

*falls down amongst the bunny barrage, same look never leaving his face*

What is with these bunnies? Can't a guy just play some – MMF!

*is cut off as a bunny foot finds its way into his mouth, and writhes for a moment, spitting and shoving the bunny away*

SORRY BUD, BUT THAT HOLE IS FOR FOOD ONLY.

*Bowed deeply at the girl on the throne before looking up*
Hi, I heard you're the princess of this castle. So, this is your home? It surely looks cute! By the way, why is your butler wearing all pink with bunny ears? It kinda looks... unfit for him. *Smiled and waved back before looking around*

*peeks at him, amazed he didn't seem to notice her blunder* O-oh~! Yes, all the male servants are required to wear pink garments and bunny ears~ Usually Theodore is very composed, but the bunny ears make him blush when he walks~! It's very cute, don't you think~? ♪ ^///ω///^

[Hearing this, the butler bows his head so that a shadow falls across his face, unable to endure those words with a blank expression.]

*unzips her pouch and takes out a bubble wand, resting her elbow on one of the tree throne's roots, holding the bubble wand to her lips and puffing her cheeks as she blows forth translucent spheres, watching the bunnies on her lap hopping trying to pop them, accidentally inhales the bubble mixture as she had been getting ready to blow more bubbles, spluttering and kicking her legs in a less-than-princessy manner, the frothy mixture bubbling on her lips* Mmmph~! >///#///<

[Almost thankful for the distraction, the butler recovers from his embarrassment and ascends the stairs to the throne, using a handkerchief to wipe the Princess' mouth.]

*ceases to panic, shaking her head frantically to express how icky the lingering taste is* Blehhh~! Soapy~...


[Morning light outlines the thick velvety curtains trailing to the floor of the royal bedchamber, glowing faintly. The vast room hosts a large chandelier, and an even larger princess-sized four-poster canopy bed with pink drapes secured open by white ribbons much like the curtains in the throne room, the thick duvet featuring a candy-themed design as well as fluffy rainbows, clouds and pastel-coloured stars, plushies littered everywhere on the bed, taking up much of the space while the only non-plushie occupant of the bed is barely visible amongst the soft toys. The rest of the furniture typical of any bedroom (wardrobe, dresser, shelf, vanity and chair) features bunny ears, the shelf stacked with books, manga, anime dvd box sets and video games, as well as a few other little trinkets. On the vanity sits a hairbrush and a music box.]

*sits up and yawns, rubbing her eyes delicately, in her arms a large pink bunny plushie, gives it one last huggle before gently placing it back to lie on the bed and tucks it in, then crawls across the bed to get to the edge and puts on pink bunny slippers, crossing the room to the door leading to the ensuite, quickly showers and dries her hair, then re-enters the bedchamber and approaches the wardrobe to change out of her frilly pink nightdress into the seifuku uniform of Bunnyville High School, which features a pastel green miniskirt and neckerchief with a bow worn over a white short-sleeved shirt for the warm weather for the girls, while the boys wore dark green slacks and a similar white short-sleeved shirt with a dark green tie* (Let's see, how should I have my hair today~...)
*opens a drawer on the underside of the vanity, rifling through various hair accessories before selecting a set of matching pastel green bows with a pink heart in the middle of each and uses them to secure her hair in high twin tails* (Now... I'd better make sure I have everything~!)
*goes through her unusually bulky pink satchel, adding more to the contents as last-minute ideas flood her already-excited thoughts, satisfied she is now ready, rushes out of her room with a gleeful smile, her eyes bright as she hurries down the central spiral staircase, through the bustling castle halls filled with servants and outside, then gets into the car waiting for her and fidgets impatiently during the short ride down the hill and to the edge of the town, at which point the car stops and she gets out, waving to the driver as the car makes a U-turn for the castle, leaving her to walk the rest of the way to school, blending in with the other students*

[At some point during the night, the Yamomoto household regained its missing member. He now slumbers in his room, a small space with sky-blue walls, beige wooden furniture. There are clothes strewn about the floor, and a large pile of stuffed animals sits in the corner adjacent the bed. More line the surfaces of the large, flat-topped wardrobe and dresser. A colorful fan hangs from the ceiling, with a light in the center. The walls are unadorned, but the small bedside table has an alarm clock with Pikachu ears and a radio/CD-player in the same shade of yellow. Light filters through the room' some window, a beam falling directly onto the boy's face. The alarm clock is going off, imitating the pokemon's signature noise. "Pikaaaaaaa! Pikaaaaaaa!"]

*rolls around for a moment, the outstretched an arm and slaps it around his bedside table until it hits the alarm clock, turning it off. Sits up, then turns himself so that he's facing outward of his bed, towards the door, stretches, yawns, and rubs his eyes blearily. Still half-asleep, stands up and begins to pick through the clothes on his floor in search of his uniform. Eventually finds it under a pair of jeans and a vest, as well as numerous socks, and changes out of his black and white bunny pajamas, trying unsuccessfully to smooth out some of the wrinkles in his school clothes as he does. Walks downstairs lethargically, and puts a piece of bread into the toaster, then goes over to his backpack and rummages around for a bit, making sure that everything is in order. Walking back into the kitchen, pours himself a glass of orange juice. Grabs the newly-toasted bread as it dings in the toaster, then sits down and eats his simple breakfast, allowing the somewhat starchy blandness of the toast to give him the necessary calories to start the day and enjoying the more flavorful citrus as its tang wakes him up.*
What day is it, again? I...think I have school. Ugh, and probably work after that too. I hope it'll be better next year, when I don't have to put up with certain people. But...I'll have to do a lot more of my own work.
*gulps down the last sip of orange juices, then rushes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth quickly, smoothing down his hair in the mirror as he does so. Proceeds to grab his bag and toss on his shoes, then tries again to flatten some of the wrinkles in his uniform before pushing out the door and outside gate, hopping onto the bike just outside*
Maybe it's not so noticeable. At this point, all you really have to be is present and conscious, right? Better get moving on the present part, though, what time is it anyway?

*walking with an upbeat pace and her head held high, she sees some of the other students and, within a few steps, completely loses her air of confidence, slowing to a nervous shuffle, head bent timidly* (K-kyaaa~... On second thoughts, maybe I shouldn't~...? People might make fun of him if I draw attention to him like that~... And he might not even like any of it~... Ooooh, I wish I had planned this out more thoroughly~...!) >///<

*reaching the school gate, fumbles in her satchel to look at the things she has brought* (Worse yet, if I'm caught with this stuff there's no doubt I'll be punished~...! Oh, what to do~...) *continues on her way to homeroom, seating herself at her usual desk at the far side of the back of the class, directly next to the window, her hands balled into nervous little fists, staring at the grooves of the wood with great intensity as she ponders her dilemma* (On one hand I really want to try to make things easier for Yamamoto-san as thanks for pushing himself so hard, but on the other hand I'm scared my efforts will backfire~... Is it worth the risk~...?)
*looks around the room, only herself and a few other students currently seated at their respective desks close to the front, their backs facing her* (This is my chance~...!)
*inconspicuously moves to sit on his desk, looking out of the window casually though a little sweat trickles from her brow and her knees shake, sharply intakes a breath to try to calm herself as she reaches to lift the lid of the desk as she sits on it, carefully getting up just enough to open the desk without it being too obvious, then hastily pours most of the contents of her satchel into the desk, closes the lid and returns to her proper place at her own desk, heart hammering as her eyes dart to each of her fellow students, wondering if they noticed, then lets out a soft little sigh* (Ok, at least the hardest part's over and done with~...!) ^.^
(.....)
(...Ah~...?)
(...W-wait a minute~...!) O.O
*her heart sinks as she grasps around inside her satchel, looking for her pen* (D-don't tell me~...!) Q///o///Q
*casts her eyes towards his desk, a few of the streamers peeking out of the sides beneath the lid, ready to erupt in a volcano of cuteness the moment someone should open it, countless little plushies and sweets buried underneath the streamers and confetti as well as a little note attached to one of the plushie bunny's paws, meant to give him praise and encouragement, knowing that her pen must be buried somewhere underneath those gifts as well* (Kyaaa~!!! There's no way I can try to retrieve it now~...! And nearly everyone has arrived by now~... I should never have done this~!!! This is a DISASTER~! Even if I was the only one in risk of getting into trouble and being humiliated in front of everyone I think I could endure it, but knowing I'm going to be the cause of making things even HARDER for Yamamoto-san is just too much to bear~...!) >///<
*buries her face in her arms on the desk, waiting for the inevitability of the ultimate embarrassment for herself as well as him, the school bell close to ringing*