Bunny: <>_<> -she made a knife float- who do they get it from?
Bunny: -the knife flew by cutting some of kacchan hair off- . . . god you're lucky that your parkers friend ;3;
Bunny: I would hate to kill a friends, friend
Bunny: -needles came out her pockets and pointed straight at kacchen- ready when you are :>
Bunny: oh this is fun -she sat down the needles still floating-
