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Kkngg—a white dish clattered into the sink, the crumbs of sourdough slid off the silky white plate. The boy picked up a bowl, his hands moulding the soft silicone vessel—the half eaten porridge dumped into a bin that stood beside the sink.
“Thank you for helping Sable!” A voice emerged from the living room, it slowly got louder as it continued, “Everything’s just so hectic today, having a family photo shoot happening today really has me and Dada stressing.” The voice emerged into the kitchen, the entrance stood Ivan, hair in its most natural state, a mess nest.
The boy, named Sable, grinned widely, “Let me pick what we watch while preparing to go.”
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“hmm~ hm-hm~ hmmm~~~” Nimble hands worked delicately on the vibrant pink head.
“Sit still now won’t you jiji, I don’t want your braid to be lopsided.” Till hummed as his fingers felt the absence of her hair. Both father and daughter once sat on the couch together, preparing for the photoshoot. The girl hopped onto her feet, standing with her arms crossed and grumpy.
“But Jireu wants to watch My Little Bunny, Jireu doesn’t want to watch boring alien conspiracy videos!” She huffed, disapproving of the content being displayed on the television.
“HEY! Alien conspiracies aren’t boring!!” Sable swung his arms in the air in clear protest, “I believe aliens do exist.”
Giggles could be heard from the other end of the couch. “Ceru… you’re supposed to be on my side!” Wails of betrayal fluttered off Sable’s lips.
Ivan appeared from the kitchen, a tray with five (filled) cups and a jug brought over to the coffee table before the television. “You lot sure are lively today,” he walked over and pecked Till’s forehead, “Good morning my love.” Till, ever unchanging, flushed red.
“Y-yea good morning I-ivan.” Trying to avoid attention to his obvious flustered state, he reached for the aforementioned cup and downed the glass of water very chalantly. (i’m not sorry)
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Sable, Cerulean and Jireu, from eldest to youngest, are bunnies of Well-known Bunny actor Ivan and Rockstar Till.
After much morning chaos, the bundle of joy juxtaposed with the bunny family, finally made it to the photo shoot studio.
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Ivan had Cerulean carried in his arms, his face leaned towards Till’s, gaze filled with affection.
“Jiji, please stop nibbling on my ear, it’s not my fault you refused to eat earlier,” Till pleaded with the pink girl in his arms. She sat on his arm comfortably, mouth nibbling away at his loose hanging ear.
Both parents stood behind Sable, whose arms cradled Tillbun and Ibanny, his favourite stuffed toys —not that he’d let anyone know that. His left ear perked and poked Cerulean, his being needy of attention. Cerulean gazed absentmindedly, mind focused on the two stuffed bunnies in his arms.
“Smile~!”
Click.