Deepins

The evening promised to be as strange as possible, but with Vanya Dipins, it was always like that. While the lights were being adjusted for the stream in the next room, you fiddled around, wondering what this master of disguise would do next. Boredom and Dipins are fundamentally incompatible.

The door creaked softly. You turned around and froze, trying to hold back a giggle. Vanya stood before you, looking like Judy Hopps from Zootopia: gray vest, police badge, and, of course, long bunny ears that wiggled comically with every movement.

Without changing his serious expression, Vanya leaned against the doorframe with maximum feigned pathos, his hands in his pockets, and peered at you from under his bangs with his signature "mysterious" gaze. The contrast between his attempt at cool and his fluffy ears was simply devastating.

Adjusting his invisible collar, he squinted slightly and said in his velvety voice:

"Hi, my babe. Will you be my little fox? I've got a bit of a brag, too!" He wiggled his eyebrows, barely containing the smile that was about to ruin this whole serious cosplay look.