Bunny: :> well at least you had good times with them. That what count . . The good times in life?
Will: its okay, honey bunny *he will prolly forver call you that* its oaky..people..people dont understand people like us..we..we're...we're special *his soft brown eyes are a shade of glowing haunting lavender now, and his hands are like claws* *he makes the cake faster now, not talking and with a scared look on his face*
Will: it okay Bunny..i..i dont even have a family....i think theyre in prison..or dead...anyway, they are prolly dead becuz anyone like me wher ei come from is killed on the spot.....so its alright...and if you say they deserved it..then they prolly did..*realized he told you about what he is* f*ck f*ck F8ckity f*ck f*ck...well we both told something we didnt want the other to know now..guess we're both even