Historians will say they were VERY GOOD FRIENDS

'What are we?'

(Unrelated with the drawing itself, attatched for convenience)

Both nyulop were sitting and relaxing silently in the grass, really close to eachother. The weather was fresh and the breeze the breeze ruffled their fur in a comfortable way.
- Trix - Agna broke the silence.
- Hm?
- What are we?
Agna glanced at the nyulop by his side, who scratched their chin, thoughtfully.
- Tough question, uh, i don't know. We are definitely something.
- Yeah, definitely something. I was thinking about it and I don't really know what we are.
- What do you want us to be, Agna?
Agna stared at the horizon and tought for a long minute, pondering the question. What do he want them to be, after all? Both of them have been very close for a very long time, but never thought depply about it.
- We don't need to label ourselfs though! You're my favourite person either way!!
Trix smiled at him and rested his elbows on his thighs. Agna flushed a little, and smiled back at them.