[ Guys I'm gonna die now yipe)

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"Uhhhhh.."

You breathed out, a confused look etched across your expression as you stared at the bizarre looking boy. He had wide eyes, and was holding a double barrel shotgun in one hands, and threw daggers were firmly gripped in her other.

His outfit consisted of a striped, pink and white bunny jumper. A cat like tail protruding at the end and waving around. He had a cute little bunny like that wrapped around this head with ears that stuck up but still dropped down slightly.

His eye color was a bright, almost terrifying ocean blue. While blond bangs were the only part of his hair that he left uncovered with the bunny hat.

You didn't even realize him inspecting you suspiciously, his annoyed gaze directed toward you, him waiting for you to realize your presence unwanted.

"Popee, this is..."

He mumbled, trailing off as his panicky masked face landed on you, awaiting your answer as you continued to stare off into space. You had been out in the heat for a while, so you just stared at the sky.

"Water.."

You responded, 'popee' raising his eyebrows in confusion as his friend nodded hastily, a relieved smile on his mask, him repeating your words.

"Yeah, water! This is water."

He agreed proudly, you giving him a judge filled look.

"No. My name's not water. I was asking if you have water."

You said smoothly, trying to keep the haze in your voice hidden as the one who introduced you to popee looked embarrassed, his mask showing one filled up with a flushed look.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, we do. Why don't you stay here while I go get some for you!"

He offered kindly, you nodding I'm agreement as your drowsy gaze fell to the ground, you suddenly finding the texture of the dry sand relaxing as you fell into a trance, plopping down and sitting on the ground.

"Popee, don't kill them while I'm gone.. please."

He asked tiredly, obviously not wanting any death or violence to occur, him just wanting to lay down and watch TV peacefully after you settled down a bit.

His ruffled fur shot out from under his mask as he darted away from the are where you sat, inspecting the desert floor as if it were an ancient artifact, and to you, at that very moment. It really was.

Popee sat down as well, staring at the area you were intently getting hypnotized by in annoyance, squinting to see if he could see whatever you saw in the pesky crusty sand.

He took his gun and spun it around several times between his fingers, seeing if he could aim perfectly in the middle of your forehead and put a bullet through it. It would be deeply impressive if he could use those type of skills.

He certainly didn't feel much sympathy, though it was true he had a special soft side for Kedamono. That was no secret. Popee would tend to get lonely and throw bigger tantrums when he left him alone for to long. They were practically like brothers to each other, having lived together for so long.

You finally looked up from the sand, not even sparing a glance his way, your eyes drifting to behind him, making him become agitated that you were seemingly ignoring him.

So he held the gun up to the side of your head, smiling innocently when he realized you froze in anticipation and fear, your pupils dilating as your muscles strained to keep your body in place.

"Why are you here? What are your intentions!!!"

He shrieked childishly, causing you to cover your ears by accident, him pressing the barrel of the gun harder against the side of your head, it seemed like it was tantrum time for him. The crazy bastard..

"My intentions are to get out of wherever here is."

Your claimed back, pushing the gun away daringly as he narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking you had some sort of alternative motive. Right. Like it was super impossible for you to just be a lost individual wandering past.

"Okay fine, but your not allowed to come near me..."

He complained, pushing you onto your back roughly, causing you to let out an 'ow' as you hit the ground and felt the rocky feeling of the dry sand on your back.

He just skedaddled away, looking like a clown.

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By the time the other got back, he was already somewhere else.