[ he hasn't hurt mon so far. noiz nuzzles deeper into his neck, hearing that little smile in his voice. mon smells faintly like the flower shop, a soft floral lacing his clothes. noiz reiterates, to clarify, ]

I was talking about you. Not getting in trouble. Ever.

[ the rabbit seems to be fully asleep even though they're talking. noiz decides to not move. it's because he wants to be selfish and hold onto mon, not because of the rabbit. ]

What's the most inoffensive thing ever? That's what you are. [ he turns his head so his chin presses lightly into his shoulder. ] Vanilla.