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Devi (rabbit) Aria (dog) (c) Ketzio and Gothbunnyboy
For Devi, being moved far away by her 2 adoptive fathers had left an emptiness so devastating, that she became weirdly serene. She had often toyed with depression, moping and crying regularly, but her anxiety was so advanced that, upon arriving, she was silent and numb. Of course, her fragile condition was only exasperated by the hilarious miscommunication that meant all their furniture was currently being boarded on a plane and flown across Lavender Hill. It would have been simply comedic if it wasn't so tragic.
She was also bemused that Trouville was such a quaint and small town. It was the kind of place with curfews and picket fences -- where churches have bake sales and the most 'happening' thing is the Saturday Bowlerama or the... ugh... 2-for 1 matinee; which, even though Devi was a savant film buff, these films would be less Rocky Horror and more "Sucky-Snore" as her (resentfully) ex-Girlfriend, Nova would call them. Forrest Gump was a real sucky-snore.
The cherry of Devi's anguish wasn't even the lack of internet... it was the fact that their house was a mobile unit which was not exactly a trailer, persay, but a fucking rectangular unit perched on a rise, might as well have been dubbed "A Ritzy Trailer".
If there was anything that could even be slightly called a silver lining within the confines of this (shudder) mobile home park a slightly older feline girl did catch her eye. She was curvy with a loose zombie T-Shirt and dyed hair; working on a vehicle outdoors. A really pretty woman indeed who looked barely 18 and rocking a safe psychobilly punk vibe. Devi could imagine if she had piercings and that imagination might of been the only thing stopping her from crying.
It was also intriguing to meet her neighbor, who was a dog girl her exact same age, though she was nowhere near as entrancing or appealing as... fuck she wished she had courage to have approached that woman before this girl caught her.
Aria was the dog girl's name. For some reason, when Devi heard it, she couldn't imagine any other name to identify that goofy gapped tooth smile the girl had. Still, Aria was nice and well mannered in a loud and obnoxious way and there was something charming about her instantly giving Devi shit about her hair. So what if this girl.... Aria... she said her name was, had no tits or butt, at least she was something to talk to.
Aria even volunteered to stay the night (even though she wasn't asked) and offered to help unpack the few boxes that they did bring. Though, if she thinks Devi is going to be that easy then she's mistaken... BUT at least Devi can maybe pry some info about the other cute neighbor.