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She's being Thinky.

This is, generally speaking, to be feared.

Sunny being Thinky with Hiss curled up in her lap is probably a little bit more to be feared than just being Thinky in general.

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...small child on her own in the bar, with frankly scary-looking rabbit.

Mr. Universe eyes her, then peers around for anyone who looks like a parent.

Awww, he's not scary.

He's cute.

Well, Sunny thinks he is.

He's still getting eyed somewhat warily.

The bunny is eyeing back.

Evilly.

Mr. Universe shifts his chair just a little further away.

That might be wise.

As the bunny almost seems to be smirking.

...Okay, that's disturbing.

Is it?

Is it really?

Mr. Universe thinks so.

He's starting to worry, vaguely, about Sunny's safety in that kind of company.

And yet, she looks very happy.

And, one six year old bespeckled boy looks over to her from a table nearby. He watches her idly as he sips lightly at a cup of iced tea.

And, mun is, IRLly, at an amazingly annoying twelve year old's birthday party, so thread may be slowtimed...in fact, probably and most definitely will be...

The bunny might look at him.

Look at him in a way that pleads to just end this all.

He blinks, eyeing the bunny now intently. Shifting in his seat, he turns his body away, still watching the child and pet...Though, the pet seems to be less than a willing partner.

He looks more than a little depressed.

Suicidal.

Homicidal.

Resigned.

It's a complex bunny.

Thus, is why Conan is eyeing the rabbit with such a curious gaze. Personally...he has pity for the rabbit, but it looked better than what he recently got himself away from.

The bunny has pained eyes.

Eyes of doom.

Eyes that burn with the fires of the underworld.

Hawkeye's eyeing her.

He's not really encountered this whole 'kids in the bar' thing yet.

"...lost your mom, kid?"

She blinks up at him.

"No."

"No, huh?"

He crouches down beside her, with merely a glance at Hiss.

"So where is she?"

"In flat."

"In--"

Hawkeye blinks and looks round, glancing at the various doors.

"Right, you live here?" He grins a little. "And your parents often let you into this part of the bar on your own?"

There's a pause, as she gives him a look that says she thinks he's stupid.

"Yes."

He raises his hands as if to ward the look off.

"I see. Do your amazing powers of cute keep you safe or something?"

...

Maybe he's not THAT stupid.

"Yes!"

Of course!

Hawkeye laughs. "That's gotta work, then! And does the powerful cute girl have a name?"