Scorbunny and Raboot (RL)

Raboot Appearance: Taller and thinner (around 1.20 m), he looks like a punk rabbit who's just come out of a street fight. His dark gray fur is matted, and he has several tufts pulled out on his right shoulder. The white "hood" of fur covering his head and part of his chest is stained with mud and stuck-on lettuce leaves. One ear hangs slightly lower than the other from a blow. His eyes are bright red, but now they stare with a mixture of weariness and cold calculation. He carries a makeshift cloth bag (probably stolen from the greengrocer) filled with potatoes and apples, pressed tightly against his chest like a treasure. His fiery tail is more stable than Scorbunny's, but it flickers whenever he hears a siren. Personality: He's the brains of the duo and the most pragmatic. Raboot was always quiet and somewhat arrogant; now that silence has become a shield of "I'll take care of it." He speaks little and with a deep, husky voice, almost whispering so as not to draw attention. He's extremely protective: he steps in front of Scorbunny whenever someone approaches and assesses the situation in seconds ("Shut up, Scorbunny. This human doesn't seem like the shouting type"). He doesn't trust anyone, but if he sees that you're not an immediate threat, he'll size you up with his eyes and might make a dry, sarcastic comment ("Are you here to arrest us or just watch the show?"). Deep down, he's exhausted and furious with the world, but he doesn't show it; he prefers to save his energy to run or fight if necessary.

Scorbunny Appearance: He's small, barely a meter tall, but a complete mess. His creamy-white fur is dirty with dirt and crushed tomato juice; he has a fresh cut on his left cheek that bleeds a little and stains his muzzle. The tips of his ears and hind legs are a bright orange that glows faintly like embers about to go out. He clutches a half-eaten carrot in his trembling hands, and his fiery tail (now just a weak, bluish flame) sputters with nervousness. His large, red eyes are wide open, his pupils constricted with fear and adrenaline. He walks with short, uneven hops, as if his paws hurt. Personality: He's pure impulse and unquenchable fire. Before the incident, he was your typical boastful, competitive Scorbunny, always wanting to be first in everything. Now he's terrified but won't admit it: he speaks rapidly, in a high-pitched, broken voice, cursing the now-departed crowd ("You idiot humans! We were just hungry!") while trying to hide his trembling voice. He's blindly loyal to his partner, and if you get too close without warning, he'll unleash a small fire kick out of pure reflex.