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Oh dear. This is, ah, rather inconvenient.
Caine looked down at his... well, paws! And not his gloves! Not good at all!
How was he supposed to face his troupe like this?!
Hopping over to a mirror he had summoned, he stares in both amazement and frustration. The modifier wasn't supposed to turn CAINE into a bunny! ...Thank Him that he put a time limit on it.
Thumping his back legs, Caine glares at his reflection, before sighing— a strange gesture in his now significantly smaller body.
Well, the show must still go on!
Wait.
How is he going to snap?
Focusing, he taps his forepaw to the ground, trying to see if that would work—
Oh!
OH—
THAT IS A VERY FAR DROP AND HE CANNOT FLY.
Caine immediately starts making distressed bunny noises, sounding like a broken squeaky toy, and flailing his little limbs.
"Omph!" comes a noise from Pomni as she catches the falling bunny in her arms. The jester looks down at the lagomorph- tilting her head, adjusting him to be held more comfortably, and turning to look at the rest of the cast in confusion.
"...is this normal?"