"Laurel! Where the hell are you?" Bambi's demanding voice was echoing across the hallway, all the way upstairs where Laurel was fixing his costume.
"Laurel I need you right now!" the fellow dancer's voice called out again, and this time Laurel managed to hear it, ears twitching slightly.
"What is it?" Laurel yelled back, his voice thankfully high enough it carried all the way to where Bambi was.
"Just come here!"
Laurel let go of the dress and stood up, trying to balance out himself after having been sitting there for hours straight; he had gotten a little too occupied with the dress fixing. He walked to the kitchen, his hooves making a rhytmic clip-clop-clip-clop sound as they touched the floor.
"There you are!" Bambi huffed, ears twitching nervously, and Laurel couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Had something happened? "Thank heavens you're here! I need your help."
"What is it?" Laurel asked curiously, eager to help and with no reservation towards Bambi, even tohugh the other dancer was notorious for constantly taking advantage of him in the most mundane way.
"I need someone with hooves to stomp the trash," Bambi then proceeded to explain.
"But Bambi, you have hooves too?"
Bambi huffed. "But not right now! And it's such a bother to switch and mix and match forms, I don't want to spend energy on something you can do for me without much effort."
Laurel grimaced, but saw no reason to leave Bambi to do his job alone - after all, the trash was also his, so it was also his business, even when it was Bambi's turn to take care of them.
"Fine," he finally sighed, but then smiled: "If you help me with dress fixing!"
"Ugh, fine, it's a deal," Bambi groaned.
"Oh no, not again!"