*heaves a sigh and smiles contentedly, leaning back with the cello resting against his shoulder and chest. Decides that he's done plenty for tonight, and begins to put away his instrument, loosening the bow and pushing in the endpin, when he hears a soft thud from behind him. Sharply turns his head to see what made the noise and nearly drops his bow in terror. The endpin, meanwhile, drops to the turf at his feet.*

[color=2e3192]What the...?

Wat.[/color]

[His face is somewhere in the cross section between petrified, amused, and dumbfounded. Standing in front of him is a large, anthropomorphic, bunny. Logically, he knows there is no way this can be, and yet...it is so.]