After initial examination, he can tell that it's some sort of plush toy -- but a confusing one, because these protruding shapes must be its legs, yet the mass they're attached to seems to have two button eyes??? Or are those buttons on clothes? But then why does this side have a hat... And is that a tie? A doll after his own heart, then...
He holds it right way up, or maybe upside down, and says quizzically: ]
Hello?
[ The soft thing has no answer for him.
A brainwave occurs. Instead of ears on its body and legs on its head, maybe it's supposed to have long ears and little feet. ]
Are you a rabbit, little thing? How did you get here?
[ He'd almost guess Crichton, but in the very unlikely event that Crichton tried to get back into his good graces with a doll, Arthur doubts that it would arrive without some sort of sickeningly heartfelt letter. (Is there a letter? He feels around and he can't find one.)
Uh...
Arthur holds a quick internal poll. Results are strongly conclusive. He lifts the doll to face level, and he's fairly sure he's got it the right way around this time. ]
Are you looking for somewhere to stay, then, rabbit? Well. You're not supposed to feed strays, but for you, I will make an exception. I'll... I'll try to find out if anybody's lost you.
[ But he kinda hopes nobody did. He likes this little guy. ]
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After initial examination, he can tell that it's some sort of plush toy -- but a confusing one, because these protruding shapes must be its legs, yet the mass they're attached to seems to have two button eyes??? Or are those buttons on clothes? But then why does this side have a hat... And is that a tie? A doll after his own heart, then...
He holds it right way up, or maybe upside down, and says quizzically: ]
Hello?
[ The soft thing has no answer for him.
A brainwave occurs. Instead of ears on its body and legs on its head, maybe it's supposed to have long ears and little feet. ]
Are you a rabbit, little thing? How did you get here?
[ He'd almost guess Crichton, but in the very unlikely event that Crichton tried to get back into his good graces with a doll, Arthur doubts that it would arrive without some sort of sickeningly heartfelt letter. (Is there a letter? He feels around and he can't find one.)
Uh...
Arthur holds a quick internal poll. Results are strongly conclusive. He lifts the doll to face level, and he's fairly sure he's got it the right way around this time. ]
Are you looking for somewhere to stay, then, rabbit? Well. You're not supposed to feed strays, but for you, I will make an exception. I'll... I'll try to find out if anybody's lost you.
[ But he kinda hopes nobody did. He likes this little guy. ]