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solo_sword) wrote2010-11-03 07:00 pm
solo_sword) wrote2010-11-03 07:00 pm
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Outside MCA- late Wednesday
Jaina blamed the fact that she'd been bitching about boredom.
Today was another training session run too long, and when she got back to her apartment she saw the bunny standing in front of MCA like it was waiting for her. She paused, and took a step toward it, only for it to hop back like it'd changed its mind. Figuring it was best not to interfere, she let it be and went up to her apartment.
It was still out there when she came back down to go to the radio station, laying a little pitifully on the ground as if to say You were supposed to come follow me, you know, not leave me here for hours. And it was something about that interpreted expression along with the fact that it got back to its feet when it saw her that made her think that maybe she had some apologizing to do.
"Oh, tell me that's not you," she said, heading over. This time the bunny let her pick him up, and she studied the face like she was looking for some trace of John in there. Which didn't work, of course; it'd been years since she'd seen him like this and he'd looked different a couple times as it was. But it made a little huffing sound, and didn't demand to be put down. Considering how mad he had to be, she was probably lucky he wasn't ramming his head into her arm or something. "This would have been much simpler if you'd just changed and stayed in a pile of your clothes," she told him.
Strangely, he had no response to that. ...Maybe it was because it wasn't John? That might be it.
[Establishy.]
Today was another training session run too long, and when she got back to her apartment she saw the bunny standing in front of MCA like it was waiting for her. She paused, and took a step toward it, only for it to hop back like it'd changed its mind. Figuring it was best not to interfere, she let it be and went up to her apartment.
It was still out there when she came back down to go to the radio station, laying a little pitifully on the ground as if to say You were supposed to come follow me, you know, not leave me here for hours. And it was something about that interpreted expression along with the fact that it got back to its feet when it saw her that made her think that maybe she had some apologizing to do.
"Oh, tell me that's not you," she said, heading over. This time the bunny let her pick him up, and she studied the face like she was looking for some trace of John in there. Which didn't work, of course; it'd been years since she'd seen him like this and he'd looked different a couple times as it was. But it made a little huffing sound, and didn't demand to be put down. Considering how mad he had to be, she was probably lucky he wasn't ramming his head into her arm or something. "This would have been much simpler if you'd just changed and stayed in a pile of your clothes," she told him.
Strangely, he had no response to that. ...Maybe it was because it wasn't John? That might be it.
[Establishy.]