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Clawing at the tar like waters slowly drowning her she struggled, she pulled, she resisted, and just like that she was on the beach. It hurt. Without the ocean to numb her, every cell in her body cried out in pain. With vision blurring she stumbled forward towards the irresistible pink splotch sitting so far along the beach.\n\nCrawling now across the uncaring sands she reached the something and found it to be a small pool of pink water, was it reflecting the sun? No. It was simply mimicking the shape and color. Reaching a hand into the pool Rosey found the pain to be washed away while a warmth spread in its place. Before she could even smile she was gone, pulled deep into the small pool. The warmth spread all over her, and inside of her, as the pink water forced itself into her being. \n\nAnd then Rosey woke up, a cold sweat clinging to her fur. Her head was resting on a soft yet moist pillow. The sheets were moist as well, colder, and clammy. Rolling over it took her crusty eyes and slurred brain a moment to realize the ceiling was the wrong color. Rosey’s head fell to the side and she realized that she was in Parsnip's bed. The young male bunny lay sound asleep, peaceful, with a frankly adorable little buzz of a snore escaping him every so often. He was naked but covered completely by the heavy blankets that had half fallen off the bed. Ignoring him for the moment Rosey threw herself out of the stained and practically ruined bed and gasped loudly at the pain in her legs. Not even being able to walk she instead crawled her way to the bathroom. \n\nRunning a cold shower she sat on the floor with her head pressed to the cool tiles. Rosey felt sick. Her fur was stained heavily, greasy in some areas and crusty in others. Suddenly her stomach turned and after placing her hands on the floor, she threw up a watery mixture of wine and semen. Groaning, she sat back and let the water slowly cleanse her body. \n\n“I remember when you used to be cool, Drunk Rosey was fun and always got the work done on time. But no, now you got a boyfriend and it's all gone to shit.” \n\nRosey spoke to her reflection in the tiles. \n\n“It was your idea to spend summer vacation with that freak. Not my fault I decided to spend three days of it in his bed.” \n\nThe reflection replied. \n\n“That was supposed to be a week’s worth of wine though. You dumb fuck.”\n\n“I may be a dumb fuck but at least I did not leave a fridge full of wine to an alchaholic slut with an autistic boyfriend.” \n\nThe reflection mocked in return. Rosey groaned and slapped her hand on the tiles. Pulling herself up she spat the phlegm from her throat and cracked her sore neck. \n\n“I can not keep doing this…”\n\nAfter a good length of cold showering Rosey turned up the heat so that she could enjoy the rest of her time in comfort. With the bits and pieces of the last few days only coming to her in spots it was impossible to tell how many of the rules he had followed all though if she had to guess, not as many as they should have. An hour of scrubbing and half a bottle of shampoo used up later and she finally felt just clean enough to face the world again. With several towels taken from the heated rack she let out a content sigh and stepped back into the bedroom. \n\nIt was only now she was clean and clear headed that Rosey could tell how much of a state it was in. The air was thick and hot, smelling exactly like three days of drunken shame and the amount of different stains, bite marks and handprints all over the bed almost made her sick. Shaking her head Rosey tore open the curtains to flood the room with light before pulling open the windows. Parsnips groaned himself and then quickly sat up, clear headed and sunny smiles as if his eyes were not burning from the sudden wave of light.\n\n“Take a shower, a long one.” \n\nRosey commanded before he could say anything. As she did so she made sure to avert her eyes away from him, lest she saw something she would regret. Slipping out of the bedroom with a small smile on her lips she bounced downstairs and headed straight to the fridge for something that was not wine or… worse. Pulling it open though Rosey could not help but let out a whistle. There were three types of fresh, high quality, juice in there and an entire row filled with mineral water. The rest of the fridge however was filled with fresh and delicious looking food, several prepped meals, and more sugary baked goods than she knew what to do with. \n\nEggs, milk, tuna and a bit of butter. It was true her taste in omelettes was on the more bizarre side but it also had so much protein and vitamins that it would kick any sort of fatigue in the ass. Half a jug of cranberry juice and an entire bottle of water also helps quite a bit. Once she had dried off she threw her towels in the laundry and walked naked to the living room to see if any of her clothes survived the ordeal. The room was tidier than she expected, give or take a knee deep sea of wine bottles, but there were no clothes in sight. Heading back to the kitchen to check the food she realized there was a black bathrobe hanging up on the back of the door. The material was lovely as well, soft and warm and so very comforting. \n\nRosey sat down with the food just as Parsnips appeared. Despite being dry and wearing the same strangely girly outfit as normal his fur in places was messy enough to at least prove he did just get out of the shower. She could not help but stare at him. The tan boots that each had a pink bow, the tight black pants, the large sweater vest with a skirt, it was all so… girly. Rosey could not help but feel a bit envious that he could wake up instantly and be so cheery. Sure he did not drink but surely the past three days or so would have taken some kind of toll on him, even if it was just making him a bit more tired. But no. Parsnips was the same bouncy ball of sunshine as ever. \n\n“You made breakfast?!”\n\n“Mhm.” \n\nRosey muttered back as she rubbed her forehead. \n\n“Thank you.”\n\nParsnips added politely as he pulled out some biscuits and cake from the fridge. He always ate so much that Rosey was surprised he never got fat, although, with all the exercise he has been getting recently it did make sense he would be hungry. \n\n“Now, Parsnips. I don’t want to hear what we did over the weekend but I do have to ask. Did we leave the house or go anywhere at that time?” \n\nRosey asked, already thinking about some damage control. \n\n“Hmm. Well, we went into the garden a few times. I think your clothes are still out there… Oh, we did walk from your house to mine a few times to do different stuff like...” \n\n“Did anyone see us in the garden?”\n\n“Nah, was past my bedtime. We were watching the moon, and then you wanted to…”\n\n“That’s enough, thank you.”\n\nRosey said with a sigh as she rubbed her head. \n\nAfter breakfast Rosey left the backdoor in search of her clothes. Standing on the small corner of the patio’s stone slabs she looked out across the simple garden and began to chew her lip. There were footprints, and hand prints, in the mud, more handprints all over the fence, several plants had been crushed, and there were little symbols drawn all over the dirt. Her clothes however were hung simply over the fence, covered in dirt, but still neatly put away. Following the trail of wreckage that seemed to go from his garden to her garden and then back again her eyes fell on the garden hose that had not been put away. The soaked stone slabs and muddy gutter made her blush deeply as her imagination ran wild with shame for a minute. \n\nWith clothes rescued and put through a quick wash she threw herself down onto the sofa and let her head hang back. It was quite the sunny and pleasant day outside. There was no school for weeks either. Rosey could do anything she wanted. Her head fell forward and her gaze turned to Parsnips who was busy picking up the many bottles that had been left seemingly everywhere. \n\n“Hey, what do you want to do today?” \n\n“Oh I would love to do some drawing, and then some super special baking!”\n\nParsnips said as he continued to pick up and place the bottles on the table.\n\n“Seriously? After that entire weekend, you still want to do more?”\n\n“Yuppers. You're my best friend and baking with you has been the best thing I have ever tried! Even better than normal baking!” \n\nParsnips replied causing Rosey to turn her gaze in embarrassment. \n\n“Well, I need a break. Other than ‘baking’ what else do you do?”\n\n“Hmm I am out of eggs, so I would ask people if they got any to borrow.” \n\nParsnips said before stopping his cleaning mid reach for a bottle and slowly turning his head towards her. With innocent eyes he looked to her before asking. \n\n“Do you have any eggs I can borrow?” \n\nRosey almost laughed. The timing of it being just perfect, and then she shook her head.\n\n“You have been slee… Baking with me for like ages, you should know how empty my fridge is. Besides, why don’t you just go into town and buy some instead?”\n\n“I am not allowed into town on my own! The busses are really big and scary and go all over the place, they never listen to where I want to go! Even when I have a great shortcut in mind...” \n\nParsnips explained as he continued to stack bottles higher and higher on the table. 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Grabbing a vase from an up high shelf he tossed out a phone and pink wallet from inside, before grabbing a second vase and doing the same. \n\n“Wait, is that my stuff?!” \n\nRosey called out as she noticed the familiar looking black color and skull patterns. \n\n“You told me to put them somewhere safe! Nowhere is safer than the vase of mysteries!” \n\n“Right… Good.” \n\nAs they headed outside Parsnips grabbed his purse from the doorway, the plain light brown design matching his boots perfectly. He opened it and after putting his whole arm inside seemed content with the space. Rosey meanwhile quickly gave her home a look over to find it locked up and surprisingly clean. Glancing at Parsnips a flash of doubt came over her for just a moment before it faded quickly. Reaching out a hand she let him take it, his fingers warm and soft in hers. With wonder and awe pouring from Parsnips they headed down the lane and into the backroads of the countryside. \n\nDespite the fact there was not much to see out here except for the occasional sheep and the many wheat fields Parsnip was having the time of his life. He bounced, he skipped, he looked at every common leaf as if it was made of gold. And as much as Rosey tried, she could not help but be swept up in his adorable enthusiasm. Even when they reached the bus stop he was running all over like a kid on christmas. \n\n“So Rosey, hey, what's a bus?” \n\n“A big metal box on wheels.” \n\nRosey sighed as she leaned against the wall of the bus shelter. \n\n“Like a fridge? A big fridge with really big tractor wheels and everybody sits on chairs made of frozen cheese?!”\n\n Parsnips rambled. His words were so random that Rosey did not know how to reply and instead only decided to look him in the eyes to see if he was even real. Unfortunately he had somehow climbed up the bus stop sign and was now sitting on it casually, how or when he did so making it all the harder to judge.\n\n“More like an oven most days. And stay near me, I am already regretting today.” \n\nRosey replied. Parsnips seemed to hear her but only continued to sit and sway on the creaky sign. \n\nAs soon as the minute hand had touched the hour the bus arrived. The old machine was small and outdated, with dull grey paint and tinted windows that had gone an off color over the years. Parsnips however let out a long coo of amazement. With a drawn out hiss the bus came to a stop and the doors slowly opened with a shuddering creak. Rosey let out a sigh as a blast of warm, stuffy air hit her but Parsnips simply ran inside without hesitation. She found him already at the back of the bus bouncing on the long seat. Giving a glance to the sheep bus driver she found him not giving a care to Parsnip’s actions, and as he sat with a smile and eyes forward. Skin glistening with sweat. Passing by him Rosey went down the empty bus to where Parsnips was still bouncing. \n\nRosey managed to get him to stop jumping around the seats just as the bus began to move again. With another loud coo of excitement he rushed to a greasy window to watch Daffodil Lane disappear from view. There was not much to see outside of the Lane however. Some hedges, many golden wheat fields, many other fields with a couple lazy sheep in them. The roads were old, cracked and stoney. The hills were even older and had little other grass and the occasional wilting tree.\n\nSoon the rural landscape turned slightly more civilized as the hedges were replaced with cobblestone walls and the roads became smoother. Not long after the first few houses had come into view Rosey hit the button next to her seat and the bus came to a slow, rolling, stop. The poorly maintained hydraulics sighed and the doors creaked open. With Parsnips already running outside Rosey made sure to move quickly.\n\n“So, welcome to Bluefield. Everything you don’t need, and nothing you could want.” \n\n“It’s beautiful.” \n\nParsnips replied as he took in the sights of the mossy and cracked brickwork that covered the houses, the smells of sour river fish mixing together with countless flowers and animals that stretched over the endless muddy hills. He even loved the distant sound of a sheep rhythmically bleating before getting suddenly muffled. Heading up the main street and turning a corner revealed even more wonders to Parsnips in the form of the town square. \n\nThere were three main sides to this area. On one was a walled off grassy area that had various playground equipment, be it toys so outdated and so rusty that you could practically sense it’s defiance to finally fall apart. Across from it was the entrance to a large open tent market that had a surprising amount of business going on for such a small town. And wrapping around the largest side were many different buildings and roadways that led deeper into the town proper. \n\n“I wonder if they have eggs?!”\n\nParsnips shouted suddenly as he ran towards the market with his arms flailing. \n\n“Hey wait a second.” \n\nRosey called out to him but it was too late, Parsnips was already lost in his own world again. \n\nRosey attempted to give chase but with Parsnip’s shorter frame he was able to slip between the crowd that had clogged up the entrance to the market. Rosey tried to slip through as well but the many different species of town’s folk made it hard to find a gap. Not wanting to wait around she then turned her sights down the backside of the many tents and began to move. With a quick step she looked for a gap between the tents, an entrance that the others would have not seen in such a big group. Finally she caught it, two tents that had not been set up shoulder to shoulder like the rest. It was tight, barely enough for even her skinny frame to fit between but slowly she squeezed past the greasy sheets of fabric. \n\nStumbling out of the crack Rosey found herself in the middle of a long row of tents. The air was hot, and thick with the sweet scents of tart jams and rich fruits. Under it however was the sour, pungent, smell of flesh and meat drying or stewing away. Fanning herself with her hand she gazed up and down the row for Parsnips but there were too many locals. There were dozens of species, and dozens more sheep mixed in. \n\nIgnoring the crowds, Rosey followed the single path the tents created deeper into the market area. As she did so the sweetness and freshness of the produce began to turn more exotic, the stall keepers themselves becoming odd with lazy and distant stares, slurred voices calling out to buy their cures. Entering into a clearing made with a wide ring of stalls Rosey caught a glimpse of Parsnips in the distance. Before she could call out or move however he had already gone down another path. Snapping her fingers in annoyance she gave chase once more. \n\nThe path he had entered was smaller than the rest and the cobblestones were so worn away, so muddy, that every step did not feel safe. Rosey pushed on all the same. The fish stalls she passed rank and damp, dripping with salty water. The eyes of the fish were solid and a deep milky white, like the moon itself. She shuddered and moved on. Finally she caught up to him. Parsnips was standing on his toes to peer over the market stall’s counter top, the hooded seller listening to every word he said intensely. Heading over Rosey only then noticed that this stall had eggs, lots of eggs, white, brown, grey, spotted, some were huge and others a little too small. One carton had eggs covered in so much mud that it was hard to see what was under the dirt, but she could have sworn it was something green. Even the shelves half hidden in shadow behind the seller had jars filled of pickled eggs, the liquid and glass obscuring them enough that only a single spot of color could be seen in each. \n\n“Hey Rosey, look look, eggs!”\n\nParsnips said as he held up a huge egg that had blue spots. Rosey took it and reached over to put it back onto the counter but stopped just inches from it. The egg felt soft and squishy. Squeezing it with her fingers Rosey now noticed that it only had one spot. And as she looked at it, it looked at her. That wasn’t an egg. \n\nShe blinked a few times as spots appeared in her eyes. Shaking her head a little she put the egg onto the counter before kneeling down to face Parsnips. \n\n“Never trust local stuff, they might be fresh but that does not mean cleaner. I would not be surprised if he stole half these eggs from every random nest he could find.” \n\n“Kay.” \n\nParsnips replied as he let her drag him away from the blind seller. \n\nGetting back into the clearing however Rosey quickly became aware that she had no idea how to leave this market. There were several paths branching out in every direction and the small pockets of people shuffling about made it so much harder to work out which direction they had come from. A cold sweat ran down her back as her eyes darted from one identical stall to the next. \n\n“Rosey?” \n\nParsnips said as he felt her squeeze his hand tightly. \n\n“Do you know the way out?”\n\n Rosey asked as she noticed a sheep farmer, selling sheep. She blinked a few times and looked down to Parsnips in hope he could help. \n\n“Oh, oh I know this one, it’s right there!”\n\nBreaking her dry eyes away from him she looked behind them to find that there was a gap in the stalls that led back to town. Not wasting a second she pulled Parsnips with her back to Bluefields, the thick fog of smells fading away with every step. As they finally entered back into the town square Rosey took a long breath to clear her head. \n\n“I hate farmers.”\n\nRosey spat as she rubbed her eyes. \n\n“This is why I don’t shop local. Sure they can say it’s organic and fresh and all those other buzzwords but you have no idea where this stuff comes from or how they treat it. Like the fish, I have never even seen an ocean so they are getting all that from the river? That dirty river that everybody pisses in? I ain’t eating no piss fish.”\n\nShe turned to look at Parsnips who was standing quiet, for once, and smiling.\n\n“What?”\n\n“This is a lot of fun.” \n\nRosey turned her face away from him.\n\n“Yeah whatever.” \n\nGrabbing hold of his hand again they headed away from the rowdy mess of rural markets. Following the road they went down to the mainstreet to where the brand name stores sat. Heading inside the local Co-op, with both Os overlapping each other, Rosey felt much more at ease. The shop was cold, white and spotless with every product being organized neatly across many rows of shelves. Quiet music droned on in the background, the speakers so distant and low quality that nobody could figure out what exactly was being said. Or if it was even proper music. \n\n“Now this is more like it.” \n\nRosey said with the smallest smile breaking out. \n\n“Oooo it's very fancy.”\n\n“It is and this is where you should come for anything, apart from online.” \n\nRosey replied as she ran her eyes along the perfectly organized shelves. Getting an idea she suddenly gave him a pull to follow and headed down to the other end of the store. \n\n“Like this, see what I mean?”\n\n“Ooo what is it?!”\n\n“Fridges, full of normal, white, milk.” \n\nRosey replied as she opened one of the many glass doors and got a small carton out. \n\n“I forgot I ran out a while ago.”\n\n“Wow!”\n\n“And if you want eggs, try down that way.” \n\nRosey said as she let go off his hand and pointed down another row. Parsnips was gone like the wind, a bounce to his step and a wide smile to him. He was like a kid in a candy store. \n\nWith him left to explore she turned her attention to a double wide doorway that sat at the far end of the store. Going through was jarring as the cold and sleek tiles gave way to warm and soft carpets, the frigid air turning warm and welcoming. Instead of many rows of food products there were instead many rows of clothing. There were no windows in this section of the store, just giant mirrors and posters advertising new hot trends. Grabbing a metal basket Rosey hummed to herself as she picked out several packs of new underwear and two new skirts, all in black. Next she gave a look over the sweaters and tops section but did not see anything too interesting. Slowly she circled around the whole store, giving a quick look over all the options, but only stopped as an idea went through her mind. More of a joke in concept but at the same time she knew Parsnips would like it. Shrugging she took a single black apron and threw it into the basket with all the rest. \n\nHeading down to the cashier she put the basket down and waited for him to scan it all. The little pale squirrel of a guy looked new but he had the same tired, wide, eyes she had seen in many other cashiers. The smile as well was just as forced as you would expect from someone working in retail. As she waited for him to slowly scan everything up Rosey stood scanning over the random stuff sitting on offer around the cashier. Boxes of XL condoms, lottery tickets, mints, sleeping pills, a blow torch. \n\n“Wait, what.”\n\nDoing a double take, Rosey reached over and picked up a box of gum. Looking over it front and back she blinked a few times and read the tiny print before letting out an amused grin.\n\n“Not seen this stuff since I was a kid!” \n\nAfter buying a few boxes and getting everything packed away she returned through the doorway in search of Parsnips.\n\nThankfully he had not broken anything and was in fact sitting on the floor with two bottles in hand, he looked to one, and then to the other, and then back to the first. Before Rosey could say anything though he put the other one back and slipped his choice into his purse. One by one he did the same to the other stacked objects that were sitting around him, including a large clear box of white eggs, several bags of sugar and different boxes of sweet things. \n\n“Having fun?” \n\nRosey asked with a raised eyebrow as she watched him pile in his shopping.\n\n“Oh this place is amazing, real cold, but amazing! They had an entire wall of eggs, all white and identical to each other. Like a thousand little pearls! Was so fun getting to choose between them and there were so many other things to look at! Town is the best place!” \n\nParsnips rambled quickly as he hopped to his feet. \n\n“It’s not bad. Nice break at times… Oh damn it, I forgot to ask. Do you have money on you?”\n\n“Money?” \n\nParsnips replied with a tilt to his head that was both cute, and groan inducing. \n\n“Come on, I will help I guess.” \n\nRight next to the Cashier’s section was a large grey ATM but Parsnips did not seem to understand what it was. Summoning up all her energy as a primary school teacher Rosey knelt down and helped guide him through the very concept of money. To make matters worse all he had inside of his wallet was a bunch of random coins and a bank card. It took even longer for him to remember his password but after 20 long minutes he finally was able to log into his bank account. \n\n“Click the statement option, you better have money after all of this or I swear to hell that I will throw you in your oven when we get back home.”\n\nHitting some buttons and putting in his password again they waited for the machine to pull up his information, and then waited some more, before finally the screen flicked over to show his bank account. Rosey stood as cold and as stiff as a cashier as the numbers rolled in. Hands shaking she put a finger to the screen and dragged it across while counting. \n\n“S-Seven digits…” \n\nRosey muttered as she read over the bulky number again and again and again. \n\n“Oh my fucking god.” \n\nShe whispered to herself. Looking at Parsnips he just smiled, head tilted in question of what this number even meant. \n\n“Have I got enough? Daddy once left me some ‘money’ to buy my little cottage so I dunno if I got much left.”\n\nRosey’s hands stopped shaking. Her eyes softened as the gears spun out of control in her head. She knelt down to Parsnip’s level and put an arm around him gently, getting close and making sure to have as much body contact as she could with the little guy. \n\n“Parsnips, my darling daddy bunny, don’t worry about money. It’s confusing and gives everybody headaches even thinking about it. That’s why mommy bunnies do all the shopping, and daddy makes all the money. So let me take care of all this annoying money, ok? Sweetie?\n\n“Okay! Thank you Rosey.” \n\nWith a wide grin she reached over and hit the withdraw cash option. Slender fingers carefully hitting the numbers before tapping enter. The machine whirred and bit by bit it began to spit out money. Several 50s, some 20s, some 10s, all together it added up to 300. Rosey took it all and held it close to her, enjoying the feeling of not being poor for once.. Stuffing it into her pocket she took her arm off his shoulder and spun him around to face her, causing him to giggle. His laugh fading away quickly as she pushed her lips to his own and went in deep with the tongue. It was brief but Parsnips looked like he had just seen the faces of god. \n\n“That’s a special little way for ‘Mommy bunners' to say thank you, just between us.” \n\nRosey whispered in his ear before quickly standing up and grabbing two bottles of wine from the nearby shelf. She bit her lip as she read over the labels, this was not her normal cheap make. \n\nReady to call the shopping trip done, Rosey placed her bottles of wine down at the check out alongside Parsnip’s eggs, sugar, honey, cakes, milk and several other things. All in all her wine still cost more than everything else put together but even so it was only a small chunk of the money she had taken out. \n\n“I-Is that everything, m’am?” \n\nThe shivering cashier asked as his eyes flicked down to Parsnips’s ears poking up from behind the counter. \n\n“For today, yes. \n\n“T-hank you, please use us again.”\n\nRosey half ignored him as her mind still ran hot with ideas on what new things she could order from the online stores. After taking a second to snap out of her daydreams she put the money on the counter and waited as he slowly scanned every item. Not wanting to hang out here all day Rosey began to take the ones that had been finished and toss them over to Parsnips who amazingly put everything, her clothes, her wine, his shopping, all into that large brown purse of his. Purses were never her style but if they could hold that much stuff then maybe it was worth picking one up in the future… Not to mention how strong Parsnips must be to carry it all without effort. Thoughts for another day as she left the store feeling like a whole new person. \n\n“Do we have to go home now?” \n\nParsnips asked with a tone to his voice that was almost, just barely, sad. \n\n“Why cut this trip short, it’s still early and we have so much more to see. How about food?” \n\nRosey’s choice was a quiet little cafe on the north end of the small town. It took them a while to find however as Rosey went down several wrong paths in her search for her favorite hang out spot. Sitting under the shade of a large tree, Rosey ordered a large coffee and some grilled cheese sandwiches while Parsnips ordered several cupcakes, half of a whole cake, and lemonade. After he got his drink though he tore open one of the many bags of sugar he had bought and practically filled the glass with it. It was all kinds of gross… But at the same time she was already pouring wine into her coffee to give it a kick. \n\n“I would love to show you other places around here but they have been doing so much construction I am not even sure the roads are in the same place anymore.”\n\nRosey mused as she stirred her coffee. \n\n“I suppose we could make a day out of just wandering around and looking at the new stuff like I used to do when I first moved in.”\n\nShe muttered more quietly as vague images of her college days came to mind. \n\nWhile the summer sun was getting stronger by the minute the occasional breeze helped plenty to keep things comfortable, even so Rosey’s sweater was proving to be less and less of a good choice. She checked her phone for a moment and then gave a look over to Parsnips. Seeing him trying to lick a stuck ice cube from the bottom of his tall glass almost made her smile, she hated to admit it but he was pretty cute. Stopping herself from smirking she instead let out a sigh, stretched her arms out wide and put on her best relaxed face. \n\n“The bus will be coming soon, we should go before we miss it.”\n\nParsnips gave out a muffled agreement due to his mouth being full of ice before reaching under the table to grab his purse. \n\nThe walk to the bus stop was quiet with little but the sound of steps and the gentle summer breeze. It felt strange to Rosey to not have Parsnips keep chatting on and on about some nonsense but she welcomed the peace all the same. She could not admit it at the time but it felt nice, his little hand holding hers, the summer sun, the countryside, the promise of expensive wine and other afternoon delights once she got home. It was, for just a moment, exactly what she wanted her life to be like. \n\nRosey sat herself down at the bus stop, taking full advantage of the shade it granted, as Parsnips went to the other side of the road and sat down on a patch of grass. She let out a yawn and stretched her arms out wide before dropping them down onto her knees. Looking up to the blue sky Rosey felt like drawing again. She did not have anything in mind or anyone but simply the desire to get back to her calling. A smile crept along her face for a second as the feeling of being content crawled up her spine. \n\nDropping her eyes down to Parsnips she found him drawing something in his sketchbook. As she watched him work she soon noticed that he was glancing back to her every so often. Blushing at the idea of being a model she ran her fingers down her long ears and turned her eyes away shyly, as if to try and inspire something beautiful from him, but then she noticed something else. His glances were not to her face. Letting out a small sigh she continued to look down the road for the bus while at the same time sitting upright a bit more and opening her legs a little wider.\n\nIt was nice to be drawn for once, even made her feel like the french girl she so desperately wished she was, even if the nature of his sketches were far from something dignified. \n\nJust as Rosey was starting to get used to being a model the bus came, blocking off the view between them. Once more they hopped aboard. Rosey gave a nod to the sweaty sheep driver who only stared ahead of him on her way past him. Settling down at the back of the bus it felt like only seconds before the bus came to a stop again and they were home. \n\n“It’s been pretty nice, I guess. But I am really tired so… I will see you tomorrow.”\n\n“Kay.” \n\nParsnips replied before suddenly giving her a hug. Being so short his arms ended up wrapped around her waist, his hands grabbing her butt as he did so but Rosey did not complain. Wrapping her arms around his head she returned the hug for just a moment. \n\nAfter dropping off Rosey’s shopping at her home, and getting a small kiss on the forehead in reply, Parsnips left her be. The first thing she did was head up to her bedroom to put away the new clothes, afterwards she stripped down to nothing and put the old clothes in the washing machine. Now freed of her hot and heavy clothes she put her focus towards the kitchen, namely putting the new expensive wine in the fridge to chill.\n\n“I should have bought more food.” \n\nRosey said with a click of her tongue. \n\n“Not that it matters too much at this point.” \n\nTurning her eyes to the downstairs bathroom she began to fill the tub with hot water before returning for a moment to sort out something to fill her stomach. Minute by minute the new experiences of the morning faded away and the familiar lifestyle she knew all too well began to show again. With her warm and common wine in one hand and hot noodles in the other Rosey sat herself down in the bath and sunk deep into the hot water.\n\nSilence. Loneliness. The once comforting heat of the water did little but make the thoughts swirling around in Rosey’s head all the louder. She did not want to hear them, she did not want to admit what they were saying could be correct but she could not lie to herself either. \n\n“He is too dumb you know, it won’t work.” \n\nRosey spoke to the foggy reflection in the bathroom tiles. \n\n“Dumb is not the worst, makes it easy to keep him happy. And loyal.” \n\nThe reflection spoke back. \n\n“Oh sure, like a puppy with a permanent sugar rush going on.” \n\n“A rich puppy, that likes art and long walks in the countryside with his girlfriend that he showers with affection.” \n\nThe reflection spat with a mocking smirk. \n\n“We both know he likes to shower us in more than just affections.” \n\n“I only hear you complain once you slow down to think about it. Why not just enjoy yourself.” \n\nThe reflection shrugged but Rosey shook her head to the idea.\n\n“Someone’s gotta keep a clear head around here. Besides, I am not sure if I like him enough to make it a real thing yet.”\n\n“Oh please, he fucks so good he turned you straight. What do you have to worry about?” \n\n“That I will catch his craziness like a bad rash and end up just as dumb as he is?”\n\n“News flash, you are drunk in a tub and talking to yourself. I think it's already too late.” \n\nThe reflection said with a grin and silent laugh. \n\nRosey threw her eyes away from the wall and over to the curtain instead. Blinking a few times she lifted up the already half empty bottle of wine and swirled it around before letting out a sigh. Forcing herself up and out of the comforting water she took one last hit of the wine before pouring the rest into the bathwater. She hesitated for only a moment before pulling the plug and letting it wash away. The deep reds swirling around the white until nothing remained. \n\nDragging herself to the mirror she leaned in close and ran a finger across the deep and heavy purple bags that clung to her eyes. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember a time when she was happy, some moment in her life when she slept soundly and did not hate every second she was awake.\n\nHer 20s so far had been full of teaching and accepting all the new adult responsibilities, and drinking. Her late teen years were not much better with a mix of late night cramming to get college work done and the long parties to try and find some level of escape. Going back even further to her younger teen years the memories began to become spotty and blurry. Her highschool years were only fragments, bits and pieces, of her walking to school in the countryside and not doing much of anything as if she was running only on autopilot. The only memories that remained clear and crystal was when she picked up a brush and began to paint.\n\nWith a single towel wrapped around her neck to at least catch some water from her fur and long ears, Rosey threw the wine bottle into the kitchen’s bin and began to wander. Looking over the cabinets and pictures hanging around the living room she noticed something. None of it was from a memorable moment, such as a souvenir from a vacation long, long, ago or some gift when she was a kid. No hand me downs from her parents or house warming stuff. Everything was bits that she has either made herself to practise other art forms or had collected while living in her cottage. Including a few things from Parsnips that until now she had all but forgot about. \n\nHeading upstairs Rosey pulled open her closet and began to rummage around for boxes or containers that had been left over since she moved in, every house had at least a few after all, but in the end she only found one. A big box. It was covered in old colored tape that had faded so much she could not work out what shade it used to be although the old crayon doodles seemed just as vibrant as ever. Placing her hands on top of it Rosey waited a second to see if anything came to mind but instead she let out a yawn. Her curiosity faded quickly as a sudden wave of tiredness washed over her, no longer interested she pushed it back into the depths of the closet. \n\nMostly dry Rosey gave herself one last quick rub down with the fluffy pink towel before slipping on a new pair of panties she had bought in town. It almost felt odd going to bed without Parsnips for once but then again she had not gone to bed sober in months. The feeling of the soft sheets, the warm blanket, the comfy pillows, being able to enjoy these little things as she went to sleep was better than waking up and having to leave them so quickly. \n\nRosey wondered for a moment if she was even able to fall asleep without a bottle in hand anymore but as she stared up at the ceiling her eyes quickly became heavy and for the first time that year she fell into a peaceful and restful slumber. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warm. A beach with the blackest sand spread out in front of Rosey in all directions. So dark was the sand that it hurt to look at, as if it was trying to suck the very light from her eyes. Wet. She realized she was standing in a calm, red, ocean that had not a single wave. The horizon was bleeding. A pink sun lay low in the sky. It looked like it was in pain to Rosey and yet at the same time it looked content. Her legs were numb. Her body ached and yet felt so light as if she could float away at any time. Every second she stood still, her body sank a little more into the ocean.

Pink. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something far up on the black sands of the beach. It did not hurt to look at, in fact it was impossible to look away. A strong desire came over her. Rosey tried to move forwards but realized the red ocean was already up to her neck. Clawing at the tar like waters slowly drowning her she struggled, she pulled, she resisted, and just like that she was on the beach. It hurt. Without the ocean to numb her, every cell in her body cried out in pain. With vision blurring she stumbled forward towards the irresistible pink splotch sitting so far along the beach.

Crawling now across the uncaring sands she reached the something and found it to be a small pool of pink water, was it reflecting the sun? No. It was simply mimicking the shape and color. Reaching a hand into the pool Rosey found the pain to be washed away while a warmth spread in its place. Before she could even smile she was gone, pulled deep into the small pool. The warmth spread all over her, and inside of her, as the pink water forced itself into her being.  

And then Rosey woke up, a cold sweat clinging to her fur. Her head was resting on a soft yet moist pillow. The sheets were moist as well, colder, and clammy. Rolling over it took her crusty eyes and slurred brain a moment to realize the ceiling was the wrong color. Rosey’s head fell to the side and she realized that she was in Parsnip's bed. The young male bunny lay sound asleep, peaceful, with a frankly adorable little buzz of a snore escaping him every so often. He was naked but covered completely by the heavy blankets that had half fallen off the bed. Ignoring him for the moment Rosey threw herself out of the stained and practically ruined bed and gasped loudly at the pain in her legs. Not even being able to walk she instead crawled her way to the bathroom.

Running a cold shower she sat on the floor with her head pressed to the cool tiles. Rosey felt sick. Her fur was stained heavily, greasy in some areas and crusty in others. Suddenly her stomach turned and after placing her hands on the floor, she threw up a watery mixture of wine and semen. Groaning, she sat back and let the water slowly cleanse her body.

“I remember when you used to be cool, Drunk Rosey was fun and always got the work done on time. But no, now you got a boyfriend and it's all gone to shit.”

Rosey spoke to her reflection in the tiles.

“It was your idea to spend summer vacation with that freak. Not my fault I decided to spend three days of it in his bed.”

The reflection replied.

“That was supposed to be a week’s worth of wine though. You dumb fuck.”

“I may be a dumb fuck but at least I did not leave a fridge full of wine to an alchaholic slut with an autistic boyfriend.”

The reflection mocked in return. Rosey groaned and slapped her hand on the tiles. Pulling herself up she spat the phlegm from her throat and cracked her sore neck.

“I can not keep doing this…”

After a good length of cold showering Rosey turned up the heat so that she could enjoy the rest of her time in comfort. With the bits and pieces of the last few days only coming to her in spots it was impossible to tell how many of the rules he had followed all though if she had to guess, not as many as they should have. An hour of scrubbing and half a bottle of shampoo used up later and she finally felt just clean enough to face the world again. With several towels taken from the heated rack she let out a content sigh and stepped back into the bedroom.

It was only now she was clean and clear headed that Rosey could tell how much of a state it was in. The air was thick and hot, smelling exactly like three days of drunken shame and the amount of different stains, bite marks and handprints all over the bed almost made her sick. Shaking her head Rosey tore open the curtains to flood the room with light before pulling open the windows. Parsnips groaned himself and then quickly sat up, clear headed and sunny smiles as if his eyes were not burning from the sudden wave of light.

“Take a shower, a long one.”

Rosey commanded before he could say anything. As she did so she made sure to avert her eyes away from him, lest she saw something she would regret. Slipping out of the bedroom with a small smile on her lips she bounced downstairs and headed straight to the fridge for something that was not wine or… worse. Pulling it open though Rosey could not help but let out a whistle. There were three types of fresh, high quality, juice in there and an entire row filled with mineral water. The rest of the fridge however was filled with fresh and delicious looking food, several prepped meals, and more sugary baked goods than she knew what to do with.

Eggs, milk, tuna and a bit of butter. It was true her taste in omelettes was on the more bizarre side but it also had so much protein and vitamins that it would kick any sort of fatigue in the ass. Half a jug of cranberry juice and an entire bottle of water also helps quite a bit. Once she had dried off she threw her towels in the laundry and walked naked to the living room to see if any of her clothes survived the ordeal. The room was tidier than she expected, give or take a knee deep sea of wine bottles, but there were no clothes in sight. Heading back to the kitchen to check the food she realized there was a black bathrobe hanging up on the back of the door. The material was lovely as well, soft and warm and so very comforting.

Rosey sat down with the food just as Parsnips appeared. Despite being dry and wearing the same strangely girly outfit as normal his fur in places was messy enough to at least prove he did just get out of the shower. She could not help but stare at him. The tan boots that each had a pink bow, the tight black pants, the large sweater vest with a skirt, it was all so… girly. Rosey could not help but feel a bit envious that he could wake up instantly and be so cheery. Sure he did not drink but surely the past three days or so would have taken some kind of toll on him, even if it was just making him a bit more tired. But no. Parsnips was the same bouncy ball of sunshine as ever.

“You made breakfast?!”

“Mhm.”

Rosey muttered back as she rubbed her forehead.

“Thank you.”

Parsnips added politely as he pulled out some biscuits and cake from the fridge. He always ate so much that Rosey was surprised he never got fat, although, with all the exercise he has been getting recently it did make sense he would be hungry.

“Now, Parsnips. I don’t want to hear what we did over the weekend but I do have to ask. Did we leave the house or go anywhere at that time?”

Rosey asked, already thinking about some damage control.  

“Hmm. Well, we went into the garden a few times. I think your clothes are still out there… Oh, we did walk from your house to mine a few times to do different stuff like...”

“Did anyone see us in the garden?”

“Nah, was past my bedtime. We were watching the moon, and then you wanted to…”

“That’s enough, thank you.”

Rosey said with a sigh as she rubbed her head.

After breakfast Rosey left the backdoor in search of her clothes. Standing on the small corner of the patio’s stone slabs she looked out across the simple garden and began to chew her lip. There were footprints, and hand prints, in the mud, more handprints all over the fence, several plants had been crushed, and there were little symbols drawn all over the dirt. Her clothes however were hung simply over the fence, covered in dirt, but still neatly put away. Following the trail of wreckage that seemed to go from his garden to her garden and then back again her eyes fell on the garden hose that had not been put away. The soaked stone slabs and muddy gutter made her blush deeply as her imagination ran wild with shame for a minute.

With clothes rescued and put through a quick wash she threw herself down onto the sofa and let her head hang back. It was quite the sunny and pleasant day outside. There was no school for weeks either. Rosey could do anything she wanted. Her head fell forward and her gaze turned to Parsnips who was busy picking up the many bottles that had been left seemingly everywhere.

“Hey, what do you want to do today?”

“Oh I would love to do some drawing, and then some super special baking!”

Parsnips said as he continued to pick up and place the bottles on the table.

“Seriously? After that entire weekend, you still want to do more?”

“Yuppers. You're my best friend and baking with you has been the best thing I have ever tried! Even better than normal baking!”

Parsnips replied causing Rosey to turn her gaze in embarrassment.

“Well, I need a break. Other than ‘baking’ what else do you do?”

“Hmm I am out of eggs, so I would ask people if they got any to borrow.”

Parsnips said before stopping his cleaning mid reach for a bottle and slowly turning his head towards her. With innocent eyes he looked to her before asking.

“Do you have any eggs I can borrow?”

Rosey almost laughed. The timing of it being just perfect, and then she shook her head.

“You have been slee… Baking with me for like ages, you should know how empty my fridge is. Besides, why don’t you just go into town and buy some instead?”

“I am not allowed into town on my own! The busses are really big and scary and go all over the place, they never listen to where I want to go! Even when I have a great shortcut in mind...”

Parsnips explained as he continued to stack bottles higher and higher on the table. Rosey felt just the smallest bit of pity, and that little bit of something led to her realizing that he is not as independent as he seems.

“Uh huh. Well, I could take you into town if you like. Make a day of it?”

“Really!? Oh boy, I have not been into town in forever!”

Parsnips cheered with the biggest smile she had ever seen him make, it was cute, and very infectious. And it also reminded her of the kids she taught. It was as that thought crossed her mind that she realized a way to deal with him.

“You just need to get your wallet and phone and we can go anytime.”

Rosey said as she watched him put the last of the bottles together, the odd tower-like structure seeming surprisingly stable for all the smooth glass that went into it. Happy with his work Parsnips bounced over to a light pink cabinet. Grabbing a vase from an up high shelf he tossed out a phone and pink wallet from inside, before grabbing a second vase and doing the same.

“Wait, is that my stuff?!”

Rosey called out as she noticed the familiar looking black color and skull patterns.

“You told me to put them somewhere safe! Nowhere is safer than the vase of mysteries!”

“Right… Good.”

As they headed outside Parsnips grabbed his purse from the doorway, the plain light brown design matching his boots perfectly. He opened it and after putting his whole arm inside seemed content with the space. Rosey meanwhile quickly gave her home a look over to find it locked up and surprisingly clean. Glancing at Parsnips a flash of doubt came over her for just a moment before it faded quickly. Reaching out a hand she let him take it, his fingers warm and soft in hers. With wonder and awe pouring from Parsnips they headed down the lane and into the backroads of the countryside.

Despite the fact there was not much to see out here except for the occasional sheep and the many wheat fields Parsnip was having the time of his life. He bounced, he skipped, he looked at every common leaf as if it was made of gold. And as much as Rosey tried, she could not help but be swept up in his adorable enthusiasm. Even when they reached the bus stop he was running all over like a kid on christmas.

“So Rosey, hey, what's a bus?”

“A big metal box on wheels.”

Rosey sighed as she leaned against the wall of the bus shelter.

“Like a fridge? A big fridge with really big tractor wheels and everybody sits on chairs made of frozen cheese?!”

 Parsnips rambled. His words were so random that Rosey did not know how to reply and instead only decided to look him in the eyes to see if he was even real. Unfortunately he had somehow climbed up the bus stop sign and was now sitting on it casually, how or when he did so making it all the harder to judge.

“More like an oven most days. And stay near me, I am already regretting today.”

Rosey replied. Parsnips seemed to hear her but only continued to sit and sway on the creaky sign.

As soon as the minute hand had touched the hour the bus arrived. The old machine was small and outdated, with dull grey paint and tinted windows that had gone an off color over the years. Parsnips however let out a long coo of amazement. With a drawn out hiss the bus came to a stop and the doors slowly opened with a shuddering creak. Rosey let out a sigh as a blast of warm, stuffy air hit her but Parsnips simply ran inside without hesitation. She found him already at the back of the bus bouncing on the long seat. Giving a glance to the sheep bus driver she found him not giving a care to Parsnip’s actions, and as he sat with a smile and eyes forward. Skin glistening with sweat. Passing by him Rosey went down the empty bus to where Parsnips was still bouncing.

Rosey managed to get him to stop jumping around the seats just as the bus began to move again. With another loud coo of excitement he rushed to a greasy window to watch Daffodil Lane disappear from view. There was not much to see outside of the Lane however. Some hedges, many golden wheat fields, many other fields with a couple lazy sheep in them. The roads were old, cracked and stoney. The hills were even older and had little other grass and the occasional wilting tree.

Soon the rural landscape turned slightly more civilized as the hedges were replaced with cobblestone walls and the roads became smoother. Not long after the first few houses had come into view Rosey hit the button next to her seat and the bus came to a slow, rolling, stop. The poorly maintained hydraulics sighed and the doors creaked open. With Parsnips already running outside Rosey made sure to move quickly.

“So, welcome to Bluefield. Everything you don’t need, and nothing you could want.”

“It’s beautiful.”

Parsnips replied as he took in the sights of the mossy and cracked brickwork that covered the houses, the smells of sour river fish mixing together with countless flowers and animals that stretched over the endless muddy hills. He even loved the distant sound of a sheep rhythmically bleating before getting suddenly muffled. Heading up the main street and turning a corner revealed even more wonders to Parsnips in the form of the town square.

There were three main sides to this area. On one was a walled off grassy area that had various playground equipment, be it toys so outdated and so rusty that you could practically sense it’s defiance to finally fall apart. Across from it was the entrance to a large open tent market that had a surprising amount of business going on for such a small town. And wrapping around the largest side were many different buildings and roadways that led deeper into the town proper.

“I wonder if they have eggs?!”

Parsnips shouted suddenly as he ran towards the market with his arms flailing.

“Hey wait a second.”

Rosey called out to him but it was too late, Parsnips was already lost in his own world again.

Rosey attempted to give chase but with Parsnip’s shorter frame he was able to slip between the crowd that had clogged up the entrance to the market. Rosey tried to slip through as well but the many different species of town’s folk made it hard to find a gap. Not wanting to wait around she then turned her sights down the backside of the many tents and began to move. With a quick step she looked for a gap between the tents, an entrance that the others would have not seen in such a big group. Finally she caught it, two tents that had not been set up shoulder to shoulder like the rest. It was tight, barely enough for even her skinny frame to fit between but slowly she squeezed past the greasy sheets of fabric.

Stumbling out of the crack Rosey found herself in the middle of a long row of tents. The air was hot, and thick with the sweet scents of tart jams and rich fruits. Under it however was the sour, pungent, smell of flesh and meat drying or stewing away. Fanning herself with her hand she gazed up and down the row for Parsnips but there were too many locals. There were dozens of species, and dozens more sheep mixed in.

Ignoring the crowds, Rosey followed the single path the tents created deeper into the market area. As she did so the sweetness and freshness of the produce began to turn more exotic, the stall keepers themselves becoming odd with lazy and distant stares, slurred voices calling out to buy their cures. Entering into a clearing made with a wide ring of stalls Rosey caught a glimpse of Parsnips in the distance. Before she could call out or move however he had already gone down another path. Snapping her fingers in annoyance she gave chase once more.

The path he had entered was smaller than the rest and the cobblestones were so worn away, so muddy, that every step did not feel safe. Rosey pushed on all the same. The fish stalls she passed rank and damp, dripping with salty water. The eyes of the fish were solid and a deep milky white, like the moon itself. She shuddered and moved on. Finally she caught up to him. Parsnips was standing on his toes to peer over the market stall’s counter top, the hooded seller listening to every word he said intensely. Heading over Rosey only then noticed that this stall had eggs, lots of eggs, white, brown, grey, spotted, some were huge and others a little too small. One carton had eggs covered in so much mud that it was hard to see what was under the dirt, but she could have sworn it was something green. Even the shelves half hidden in shadow behind the seller had jars filled of pickled eggs, the liquid and glass obscuring them enough that only a single spot of color could be seen in each.

“Hey Rosey, look look, eggs!”

Parsnips said as he held up a huge egg that had blue spots. Rosey took it and reached over to put it back onto the counter but stopped just inches from it. The egg felt soft and squishy. Squeezing it with her fingers Rosey now noticed that it only had one spot. And as she looked at it, it looked at her. That wasn’t an egg.

She blinked a few times as spots appeared in her eyes. Shaking her head a little she put the egg onto the counter before kneeling down to face Parsnips.

“Never trust local stuff, they might be fresh but that does not mean cleaner. I would not be surprised if he stole half these eggs from every random nest he could find.”

“Kay.”

Parsnips replied as he let her drag him away from the blind seller.

Getting back into the clearing however Rosey quickly became aware that she had no idea how to leave this market. There were several paths branching out in every direction and the small pockets of people shuffling about made it so much harder to work out which direction they had come from. A cold sweat ran down her back as her eyes darted from one identical stall to the next.

“Rosey?”

Parsnips said as he felt her squeeze his hand tightly.

“Do you know the way out?”

 Rosey asked as she noticed a sheep farmer, selling sheep. She blinked a few times and looked down to Parsnips in hope he could help.

“Oh, oh I know this one, it’s right there!”

Breaking her dry eyes away from him she looked behind them to find that there was a gap in the stalls that led back to town. Not wasting a second she pulled Parsnips with her back to Bluefields, the thick fog of smells fading away with every step. As they finally entered back into the town square Rosey took a long breath to clear her head.

“I hate farmers.”

Rosey spat as she rubbed her eyes.

“This is why I don’t shop local. Sure they can say it’s organic and fresh and all those other buzzwords but you have no idea where this stuff comes from or how they treat it. Like the fish, I have never even seen an ocean so they are getting all that from the river? That dirty river that everybody pisses in? I ain’t eating no piss fish.”

She turned to look at Parsnips who was standing quiet, for once, and smiling.

“What?”

“This is a lot of fun.”

Rosey turned her face away from him.

“Yeah whatever.”

Grabbing hold of his hand again they headed away from the rowdy mess of rural markets. Following the road they went down to the mainstreet to where the brand name stores sat. Heading inside the local Co-op, with both Os overlapping each other, Rosey felt much more at ease. The shop was cold, white and spotless with every product being organized neatly across many rows of shelves. Quiet music droned on in the background, the speakers so distant and low quality that nobody could figure out what exactly was being said. Or if it was even proper music.

“Now this is more like it.”

Rosey said with the smallest smile breaking out.

“Oooo it's very fancy.”

“It is and this is where you should come for anything, apart from online.”

Rosey replied as she ran her eyes along the perfectly organized shelves. Getting an idea she suddenly gave him a pull to follow and headed down to the other end of the store.

“Like this, see what I mean?”

“Ooo what is it?!”

“Fridges, full of normal, white, milk.”

Rosey replied as she opened one of the many glass doors and got a small carton out.

“I forgot I ran out a while ago.”

“Wow!”

“And if you want eggs, try down that way.”

Rosey said as she let go off his hand and pointed down another row. Parsnips was gone like the wind, a bounce to his step and a wide smile to him. He was like a kid in a candy store.

With him left to explore she turned her attention to a double wide doorway that sat at the far end of the store. Going through was jarring as the cold and sleek tiles gave way to warm and soft carpets, the frigid air turning warm and welcoming. Instead of many rows of food products there were instead many rows of clothing. There were no windows in this section of the store, just giant mirrors and posters advertising new hot trends. Grabbing a metal basket Rosey hummed to herself as she picked out several packs of new underwear and two new skirts, all in black. Next she gave a look over the sweaters and tops section but did not see anything too interesting. Slowly she circled around the whole store, giving a quick look over all the options, but only stopped as an idea went through her mind. More of a joke in concept but at the same time she knew Parsnips would like it. Shrugging she took a single black apron and threw it into the basket with all the rest.

Heading down to the cashier she put the basket down and waited for him to scan it all. The little pale squirrel of a guy looked new but he had the same tired, wide, eyes she had seen in many other cashiers. The smile as well was just as forced as you would expect from someone working in retail. As she waited for him to slowly scan everything up Rosey stood scanning over the random stuff sitting on offer around the cashier. Boxes of XL condoms, lottery tickets, mints, sleeping pills, a blow torch.

“Wait, what.”

Doing a double take, Rosey reached over and picked up a box of gum. Looking over it front and back she blinked a few times and read the tiny print before letting out an amused grin.

“Not seen this stuff since I was a kid!”

After buying a few boxes and getting everything packed away she returned through the doorway in search of Parsnips.

Thankfully he had not broken anything and was in fact sitting on the floor with two bottles in hand, he looked to one, and then to the other, and then back to the first. Before Rosey could say anything though he put the other one back and slipped his choice into his purse. One by one he did the same to the other stacked objects that were sitting around him, including a large clear box of white eggs, several bags of sugar and different boxes of sweet things.

“Having fun?”

Rosey asked with a raised eyebrow as she watched him pile in his shopping.

“Oh this place is amazing, real cold, but amazing! They had an entire wall of eggs, all white and identical to each other. Like a thousand little pearls! Was so fun getting to choose between them and there were so many other things to look at! Town is the best place!”

Parsnips rambled quickly as he hopped to his feet.

“It’s not bad. Nice break at times… Oh damn it, I forgot to ask. Do you have money on you?”

“Money?”

Parsnips replied with a tilt to his head that was both cute, and groan inducing.

“Come on, I will help I guess.”

Right next to the Cashier’s section was a large grey ATM but Parsnips did not seem to understand what it was. Summoning up all her energy as a primary school teacher Rosey knelt down and helped guide him through the very concept of money. To make matters worse all he had inside of his wallet was a bunch of random coins and a bank card. It took even longer for him to remember his password but after 20 long minutes he finally was able to log into his bank account.

“Click the statement option, you better have money after all of this or I swear to hell that I will throw you in your oven when we get back home.”

Hitting some buttons and putting in his password again they waited for the machine to pull up his information, and then waited some more, before finally the screen flicked over to show his bank account. Rosey stood as cold and as stiff as a cashier as the numbers rolled in. Hands shaking she put a finger to the screen and dragged it across while counting.

“S-Seven digits…”

Rosey muttered as she read over the bulky number again and again and again.

“Oh my fucking god.”

She whispered to herself. Looking at Parsnips he just smiled, head tilted in question of what this number even meant.

“Have I got enough? Daddy once left me some ‘money’ to buy my little cottage so I dunno if I got much left.”

Rosey’s hands stopped shaking. Her eyes softened as the gears spun out of control in her head. She knelt down to Parsnip’s level and put an arm around him gently, getting close and making sure to have as much body contact as she could with the little guy.

“Parsnips, my darling daddy bunny, don’t worry about money. It’s confusing and gives everybody headaches even thinking about it. That’s why mommy bunnies do all the shopping, and daddy makes all the money. So let me take care of all this annoying money, ok? Sweetie?

“Okay! Thank you Rosey.”

With a wide grin she reached over and hit the withdraw cash option. Slender fingers carefully hitting the numbers before tapping enter. The machine whirred and bit by bit it began to spit out money. Several 50s, some 20s, some 10s, all together it added up to 300. Rosey took it all and held it close to her, enjoying the feeling of not being poor for once.. Stuffing it into her pocket she took her arm off his shoulder and spun him around to face her, causing him to giggle. His laugh fading away quickly as she pushed her lips to his own and went in deep with the tongue. It was brief but Parsnips looked like he had just seen the faces of god.

“That’s a special little way for ‘Mommy bunners' to say thank you, just between us.”

Rosey whispered in his ear before quickly standing up and grabbing two bottles of wine from the nearby shelf. She bit her lip as she read over the labels, this was not her normal cheap make.

Ready to call the shopping trip done, Rosey placed her bottles of wine down at the check out alongside Parsnip’s eggs, sugar, honey, cakes, milk and several other things. All in all her wine still cost more than everything else put together but even so it was only a small chunk of the money she had taken out.

“I-Is that everything, m’am?”

The shivering cashier asked as his eyes flicked down to Parsnips’s ears poking up from behind the counter.

“For today, yes.

“T-hank you, please use us again.”

Rosey half ignored him as her mind still ran hot with ideas on what new things she could order from the online stores. After taking a second to snap out of her daydreams she put the money on the counter and waited as he slowly scanned every item. Not wanting to hang out here all day Rosey began to take the ones that had been finished and toss them over to Parsnips who amazingly put everything, her clothes, her wine, his shopping, all into that large brown purse of his. Purses were never her style but if they could hold that much stuff then maybe it was worth picking one up in the future… Not to mention how strong Parsnips must be to carry it all without effort. Thoughts for another day as she left the store feeling like a whole new person.

“Do we have to go home now?”

Parsnips asked with a tone to his voice that was almost, just barely, sad.

“Why cut this trip short, it’s still early and we have so much more to see. How about food?”

Rosey’s choice was a quiet little cafe on the north end of the small town. It took them a while to find however as Rosey went down several wrong paths in her search for her favorite hang out spot. Sitting under the shade of a large tree, Rosey ordered a large coffee and some grilled cheese sandwiches while Parsnips ordered several cupcakes, half of a whole cake, and lemonade. After he got his drink though he tore open one of the many bags of sugar he had bought and practically filled the glass with it. It was all kinds of gross… But at the same time she was already pouring wine into her coffee to give it a kick.

“I would love to show you other places around here but they have been doing so much construction I am not even sure the roads are in the same place anymore.”

Rosey mused as she stirred her coffee.

“I suppose we could make a day out of just wandering around and looking at the new stuff like I used to do when I first moved in.”

She muttered more quietly as vague images of her college days came to mind.

While the summer sun was getting stronger by the minute the occasional breeze helped plenty to keep things comfortable, even so Rosey’s sweater was proving to be less and less of a good choice. She checked her phone for a moment and then gave a look over to Parsnips. Seeing him trying to lick a stuck ice cube from the bottom of his tall glass almost made her smile, she hated to admit it but he was pretty cute. Stopping herself from smirking she instead let out a sigh, stretched her arms out wide and put on her best relaxed face.

“The bus will be coming soon, we should go before we miss it.”

Parsnips gave out a muffled agreement due to his mouth being full of ice before reaching under the table to grab his purse.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet with little but the sound of steps and the gentle summer breeze. It felt strange to Rosey to not have Parsnips keep chatting on and on about some nonsense but she welcomed the peace all the same. She could not admit it at the time but it felt nice, his little hand holding hers, the summer sun, the countryside, the promise of expensive wine and other afternoon delights once she got home. It was, for just a moment, exactly what she wanted her life to be like.

Rosey sat herself down at the bus stop, taking full advantage of the shade it granted, as Parsnips went to the other side of the road and sat down on a patch of grass. She let out a yawn and stretched her arms out wide before dropping them down onto her knees. Looking up to the blue sky Rosey felt like drawing again. She did not have anything in mind or anyone but simply the desire to get back to her calling. A smile crept along her face for a second as the feeling of being content crawled up her spine.

Dropping her eyes down to Parsnips she found him drawing something in his sketchbook. As she watched him work she soon noticed that he was glancing back to her every so often. Blushing at the idea of being a model she ran her fingers down her long ears and turned her eyes away shyly, as if to try and inspire something beautiful from him, but then she noticed something else. His glances were not to her face. Letting out a small sigh she continued to look down the road for the bus while at the same time sitting upright a bit more and opening her legs a little wider.

It was nice to be drawn for once, even made her feel like the french girl she so desperately wished she was, even if the nature of his sketches were far from something dignified.

Just as Rosey was starting to get used to being a model the bus came, blocking off the view between them. Once more they hopped aboard. Rosey gave a nod to the sweaty sheep driver who only stared ahead of him on her way past him. Settling down at the back of the bus it felt like only seconds before the bus came to a stop again and they were home.

“It’s been pretty nice, I guess. But I am really tired so… I will see you tomorrow.”

“Kay.”

Parsnips replied before suddenly giving her a hug. Being so short his arms ended up wrapped around her waist, his hands grabbing her butt as he did so but Rosey did not complain. Wrapping her arms around his head she returned the hug for just a moment.

After dropping off Rosey’s shopping at her home, and getting a small kiss on the forehead in reply, Parsnips left her be. The first thing she did was head up to her bedroom to put away the new clothes, afterwards she stripped down to nothing and put the old clothes in the washing machine. Now freed of her hot and heavy clothes she put her focus towards the kitchen, namely putting the new expensive wine in the fridge to chill.

“I should have bought more food.”

Rosey said with a click of her tongue.

“Not that it matters too much at this point.”

Turning her eyes to the downstairs bathroom she began to fill the tub with hot water before returning for a moment to sort out something to fill her stomach. Minute by minute the new experiences of the morning faded away and the familiar lifestyle she knew all too well began to show again. With her warm and common wine in one hand and hot noodles in the other Rosey sat herself down in the bath and sunk deep into the hot water.

Silence. Loneliness. The once comforting heat of the water did little but make the thoughts swirling around in Rosey’s head all the louder. She did not want to hear them, she did not want to admit what they were saying could be correct but she could not lie to herself either.

“He is too dumb you know, it won’t work.”

Rosey spoke to the foggy reflection in the bathroom tiles.

“Dumb is not the worst, makes it easy to keep him happy. And loyal.”

The reflection spoke back.

“Oh sure, like a puppy with a permanent sugar rush going on.”

“A rich puppy, that likes art and long walks in the countryside with his girlfriend that he showers with affection.”

The reflection spat with a mocking smirk.

“We both know he likes to shower us in more than just affections.”

“I only hear you complain once you slow down to think about it. Why not just enjoy yourself.”

The reflection shrugged but Rosey shook her head to the idea.

“Someone’s gotta keep a clear head around here. Besides, I am not sure if I like him enough to make it a real thing yet.”

“Oh please, he fucks so good he turned you straight. What do you have to worry about?”

“That I will catch his craziness like a bad rash and end up just as dumb as he is?”

“News flash, you are drunk in a tub and talking to yourself. I think it's already too late.”

The reflection said with a grin and silent laugh.

Rosey threw her eyes away from the wall and over to the curtain instead. Blinking a few times she lifted up the already half empty bottle of wine and swirled it around before letting out a sigh. Forcing herself up and out of the comforting water she took one last hit of the wine before pouring the rest into the bathwater. She hesitated for only a moment before pulling the plug and letting it wash away. The deep reds swirling around the white until nothing remained.

Dragging herself to the mirror she leaned in close and ran a finger across the deep and heavy purple bags that clung to her eyes. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember a time when she was happy, some moment in her life when she slept soundly and did not hate every second she was awake.

Her 20s so far had been full of teaching and accepting all the new adult responsibilities, and drinking. Her late teen years were not much better with a mix of late night cramming to get college work done and the long parties to try and find some level of escape. Going back even further to her younger teen years the memories began to become spotty and blurry. Her highschool years were only fragments, bits and pieces, of her walking to school in the countryside and not doing much of anything as if she was running only on autopilot. The only memories that remained clear and crystal was when she picked up a brush and began to paint.

With a single towel wrapped around her neck to at least catch some water from her fur and long ears, Rosey threw the wine bottle into the kitchen’s bin and began to wander. Looking over the cabinets and pictures hanging around the living room she noticed something. None of it was from a memorable moment, such as a souvenir from a vacation long, long, ago or some gift when she was a kid. No hand me downs from her parents or house warming stuff. Everything was bits that she has either made herself to practise other art forms or had collected while living in her cottage. Including a few things from Parsnips that until now she had all but forgot about.

Heading upstairs Rosey pulled open her closet and began to rummage around for boxes or containers that had been left over since she moved in, every house had at least a few after all, but in the end she only found one. A big box. It was covered in old colored tape that had faded so much she could not work out what shade it used to be although the old crayon doodles seemed just as vibrant as ever. Placing her hands on top of it Rosey waited a second to see if anything came to mind but instead she let out a yawn. Her curiosity faded quickly as a sudden wave of tiredness washed over her, no longer interested she pushed it back into the depths of the closet.  

Mostly dry Rosey gave herself one last quick rub down with the fluffy pink towel before slipping on a new pair of panties she had bought in town. It almost felt odd going to bed without Parsnips for once but then again she had not gone to bed sober in months. The feeling of the soft sheets, the warm blanket, the comfy pillows, being able to enjoy these little things as she went to sleep was better than waking up and having to leave them so quickly.

Rosey wondered for a moment if she was even able to fall asleep without a bottle in hand anymore but as she stared up at the ceiling her eyes quickly became heavy and for the first time that year she fell into a peaceful and restful slumber. ", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Parsnip Chapter 4 - Down the Lane", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "10", "views": "2065" }