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The bunny boy shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his collar. He's already wearing clothes that barely qualify as publicly decent, and yet he keeps shifting back and forth, face flushed, as if he's overheating or uncomfortable in them. Red eyes dart to and fro around the area, before he finally settles on a figure near to him. A small look of - perhaps relief? - flashes over his face and he takes a step forward. "Excuse me...ah...can I speak to you?"