Chapter 738
Uriah trailed behind them as they walked into the hotel. He was carrying two rabbits—yes, actual rabbits-by the scruffs of their necks, no cage or box, just dangling them right through the front doors of the lobby.
The receptionist nearly dropped her coffee when she saw him.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t allow pets in the hotel p>
Uriah gave her a cold stare, not saying a word for a moment.
Then he jabbed a finger toward Norton. “Why can he bring his, but I can’t bring mine p>
The receptionist blinked in confusion, glancing at Norton. That’s when she realized Norton was holding a plush bunny, not a real one. She rushed to explain. “Sir, he’s got a stuffed animal. Yours are… well, they’re alive p>
“Bull. Mine are dead,” Uriah said flatly, holding up his very still rabbits.
By now, their conversation was getting loud enough that Norton and Mavis turned to look.
Mavis’s face twisted into something between disbelief and resignation when she saw the rabbits.
“See? They’re not moving. Just like his. These are imitation rabbits,” Uriah insisted, shooting a look at the receptionist.
The poor girl just stared. She wasn’t an idiot. Dead or alive, she could tell the difference. Those were living, breathing rabbits, even if they looked frozen with fear.
But Uriah’s intimidating aura made her shrink a little behind the desk. “Maybe… um, could you put them down for a second? They probably just got scared p>
Uriah scoffed. “Scared? They’re robotic replicas, okay? Super realistic. They move sometimes mechanically p>
He was digging himself into a hole, but he kept going with his nonsense.
The receptionist looked like she was about to faint or burst out laughing, or maybe both. Why did the handsome ones always have to be crazy?
“Mavis,” Uriah called, nodding her over.
“Uh… Master Mavis glanced awkwardly at Norton before walking over, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
Uriah eyed Norton’s stuffed bunny, then turned to Mavis. “You like rabbits that much? Why didn’t you say so? I could’ve bought you some. You Ouldn’t be taking gifts from strangers at your age p>
He shoved the two rabbits toward her. “Here, these are for you p>
The receptionist looked like she might actually start crying.
Mavis just stared. “I… I didn’t mean real rabbits p>
That’s when, right on cue, both rabbits started pooping little round pellets all over the shiny tile floor.
The receptionist’s jaw dropped. “Uh, sir, your… uh… robotic rabbits seem to be malfunctioning. They’re, uh, leaving… chocolate drops p>
She looked half-horrified, half-amused.
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Mavis instantly took a step back. Nope. She was not a fan of pooping pets.
Uriah’s face twisted in disbelief. How could they be pooping now, of all times?
“They’re highly advanced models,” he insisted, trying to keep a straight face. “Hyper-realistic. Like I said p>
“Yeah, super advanced,” the receptionist muttered, at a loss for words.
“I don’t actually like rabbits that much,” Mavis said quickly. “Thanks, but I’m not taking a pet that poops everywhere p>
She turned on her heel and walked back to Norton, who had never
bothered coming over. He justo net
handed Mavis the plush bunny as she got into the elevator.
Mavis hugged the stuffed toy, relieved to have something that didn’t leave a mess behind.
She didn’t notice that Uriah looked like he was about to explode right there in the lobby.