Hello. I’d like to accuse you of keeping me thinking about Barnaby wearing high heels FOR PRACTICE. You are guilty.
Who, me? *blinks innocently*
Kotetsu nudged his way into Bunny’s apartment with his armsfull of boxes. They were supposed to be taking a bunch of gifts and donationsover to the orphanage, and Bunny had insisted on sorting everything to makepersonal boxes for each of the kids. So of course Kotetsu had to help him out.
He craned his head around the box stack so he could see.“Hey, Bunny, where do you want me to put these?”
Bunny strode out of the bedroom in a pair of bright red highheels.
Kotetsu tripped over nothing and dropped the boxes.
Bunny raised an eyebrow. “I was going to tell you to put themby the table, not throw them all over the floor.”
Kotetsu scrambled to pick the boxes up and shoved a few toysback into one that had split open. “I didn’t throw them! It was an accident. Itripped.”
Bunny folded his arms. “What did you trip over?”
Kotetsu glanced behind him. There was nothing in the pathfrom the door that he could blame. “Uh…”
Bunny sighed exasperatedly and grabbed one of the boxes.“Never mind. Bring them over here.”
Kotetsu followed him, eyes still on Bunny’s feet. He triedto tell himself that he was seeing things, that Bunny wasn’t reallywearing a pair of high heels. But no matter how much he told himself that, theheels did not change back into Bunny’s usual boots.
He’d seen Bunny in heels once before, during a photo shoot afew weeks ago. Some company had decided Bunny would be the best personto advertise their shoes, instead of someone like, say, Fire Emblem or BlueRose, who actually wore heels on a daily basis.
Sitting there for two hours while Bunny changed in and out ofhigh heels and asked his opinion on every single one had been a specialkind of torture. Kotetsu had spent most of it trying very hard not to stare atBunny’s legs.
Leaving the photo shoot had been a blessing, and Kotetsu hada thousand grateful prayers that he’d never have to see Bunny in heels everagain.
And now Bunny was just walking through his apartment in redhigh heels like it was an everyday thing.
Bunny had really long legs.
“Kotetsu!”
Kotetsu jerked his gaze away from said legs and up toBunny’s face. It was a longer journey than usual, given that Bunny was aboutfour inches taller right now. “What?”
Bunny pointed beside the table, where some more boxes werestacked. “Put them here. We’ll empty the boxes, sort the toys, and pack up abox for each of the kids. There’s a list of names on the table.”
Kotetsu set the boxes down and did not sneak anotherglance at Bunny’s legs. Okay, he sneaked a little one. “Sure thing!”
Bunny frowned at him. “What’s wrong with you today? You’rejumpier than usual.”
Kotetsu busied himself emptying the boxes. “What? I’m notjumpy! What makes you say that?”
Bunny pressed the bridge of his nose. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing!”
Bunny put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. “Isit the heels?”
“No,” Kotetsu lied. “Of course not! But now that you mentionit…why are you wearing them?”
“Do you remember the photo shoot I did a few weeks ago?”
It was going to be seared into his memory for the rest ofhis life. “Yeah? What about it?”
“Apparently it was popular.” Bunny folded his legs and saton the floor next to the boxes. “The company has asked me to do more.”
Kotetsu choked on nothing. “More?!”
Bunny nodded. “They asked if I would be interested in doingan entire campaign.”
Kotetsu didn’t know how many photo shoots a campaignentailed, but from the way Bunny was talking, the answer was definitely morethan one. “That’s…good, right?”
“It is. They sent me the shoes so I could keep in practice.”Bunny started sorting the toys Kotetsu had already unpacked. “Walking in themisn’t very easy.”
“Uh-huh,” Kotetsu said faintly.
Bunny picked up a few toys and put them into one of theempty boxes. “Anyway, that’s why I’m wearing them. The next shoot is scheduledfor next week, so I thought I’d just wear them when I’m here at home to keep inpractice.”
“But don’t they hurt your feet?” Kotetsu asked.
Bunny shrugged. “They do, but I still need to get used tothem.“ He passed the box to Kotetsu. “Here, write Emma’s name on this one.”
Kotetsu taped the box back up and scribbled the name on theside. Thank God, something to think about that wasn’t Bunny in heels.
“Will you come to the photo shoot?”
Kotetsu snapped his head up. “What?”
“The photo shoot next week,” Bunny repeated. “You’ll bethere, won’t you?”
Kotetsu could think of a thousand things he’d rather do thango to another photo shoot where Bunny would be standing right in front of himin heels for two hours straight. “Ah, you don’t need me to be there, Bunny.”
Bunny stared at him with those huge, green eyes. “I’d likeit if you were.”
Damn it. It was hard enough for him to say no to Bunny atthe best of times, but not when Bunny was looking at him like that.“Fine, I’ll go.”
Bunny smiled at him, and Kotetsu felt a little winded.“Good.”
They worked quickly to finish sorting and packing the gifts,and with Bunny sitting on the ground, it was a lot easier to pretend that hewasn’t wearing heels. He was—Kotetsu could still see them—but it wasn’tas distracting as it was when he was standing.
They made good time through the rest of the boxes, andwithin half an hour, they were ready to go. Bunny stood up and stretched, andKotetsu very intently studied the shifting flowers on the floor-to-ceiling TVscreen until Bunny left the room.
When he came back, he was wearing his normal boots again.Kotetsu sighed in relief.
They loaded up the boxes and headed to the elevators. Therewas still a lot to carry, but it was easier when Bunny was carrying half of itand not being distracting.
Once they were in the elevator, Bunny said, “Oh, did I tellyou the shoe company will give me a complimentary pair of heels for every shootthat I do, and the campaign will last for the rest of the year?”
Kotetsu made a strangled noise and dropped all his boxes forthe second time that day.
Bunny’s brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Kotetsu was very grateful he could busyhimself picking the boxes back up. “Can’t this elevator go any faster?These are heavy.”
“We’re almost to the parking garage.” Bunny soundedexasperated. “You’ll be fine, old man.”
“Of course I’ll be fine,” Kotetsu muttered as he stood backup.
He wouldn’t be even remotely fine.
Bunny. In heels. Almost every time they saw each other. Forthe rest of the year.
Kotetsu was never going to survive.
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