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Adorable Panda A4, Wednesday night

There were a lot of things Jaina didn't want to deal with when she left the stables. Which was why she'd spent as much time as possible in the flight shed, running through scenarios and occasionally picking up her comlink to call home whenever she'd thought of something that could be useful. And when she realized it was dark out, she knew she'd have to go back, mainly because this week it might take her a few hours to do so.

When she got back to Adorable Panda, her first stop, funnily enough, was to find John, still bunnified... and covered in chocolate. "If this is some sort of sign, we can grab dinner once you're human again," she said, picking him up and starting toward the bathroom, because he wasn't getting cuddles till he was clean again.

She could really deal with the distraction, yes.

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And he could really deal with a bath. His fur was all smushed against his face and it made it even harder to see.

Just please, please? Could there not be girly soap involved? Use his! It was vanilla.

Edited 2008-08-14 04:27 (UTC)

Jaina filled the tub just enough, holding on to him the whole time as she'd rather just clean her own clothes rather than have to clean a bathroom that had had a chocolate-covered bunny hopping all over it. Once she figured it was at a good enough level, she said, "I know you remember how this goes from yesterday," and placed him in the water.

Like it was his fault Dawn didn't realize she was hindering more than helping. Splashing around in the water, he didn't like the way his fur clung to his bunny body. It was odd with his head still dry and poofy.

He squeezed his eyes shut, making sure to keep his ears out of the water while he waited for her to wash his face.

She grabbed his shampoo and got to her knees to lean over, cupping some water in her hand to get his head wet. Then she worked a little bit of shampoo in, being very careful. "Bad day?" she asked. "Or a very good, chocolatey one?"

Overall it hadn't been bad, just fraught with danger and people yelling in terror. He didn't want to talk about it so John was very okay with remaining a bunny for another night.

His big, pointy bunny ears flattened down like the wings on an airplane and he looked up at her with wide hazel eyes as if to share the feelings of his day with her.

Jaina sighed a little and said, "I'm with you there. Close your eyes."

Well that couldn't be good. He followed directions, trying not to blink his eyes open even when his paw slid on the bottom of the tub and he nearly went under.

She quickly reached to catch him, deciding that of all things, her boyfriend was not allowed to drown as a bunny. "Careful," she said. "Let's try the old-fashioned way to rinse off."

Twitching his nose rapidly, he flicked an ear forward in concern of the old-fashioned way.

She wasn't going to dunk him, was she?

The old-fashioned way to her meant cupping more water in her hand to rinse it out that way. "Not so bad, is it?"

It really wasn't, and he let her rinse his face, but that didn't stop him from being anxious to get out of the water. Raising himself carefully on his back legs, he pawed at her arm with his front.

Edited 2008-08-14 05:16 (UTC)

"Almost done," she assured him, keeping hold of him with one hand in case he fell over, and making sure she got all the shampoo out before pulling a towel to her hand.

As embarrassing as it was to look like a drowned rat with clinging fur and creepy ears, the memory of it disappeared when he got wrapped up in the towel. Shivering and twitching in anticipation, he pawed at her very much saying 'towel now, thank you!'

Hard to believe she could giggle after today, but she did. "One second, I've got you," she told him, pulling him out of the water and wrapping him in the towel.

Oh towel! It was John's new OTP. He would give her his pillows and start a new affair with really awesome towels.

Shaking off excess water, he burrowed into the towel. So. Much. Better.

Holding him close, she leaned over to drain the tub, then stood to set him on the counter, using the towel to try and dry his fur. "You seem happy," she smiled.

Standing on the counter, he shook, sending water flying from his fur. He was not happy so to speak, just much improved from being all sticky.

As his fur started to dry, little patches of fluff stood on end and the fur around the base of his ears looked like a 14-year-old from the 80s had crimped it.

Jaina wiped a few droplets of water from her face. "Thanks for that. You look much better." Than chocolate-covered, yes.

She should know he could still hear the sarcasm in her voice there. And he could huff and pout.

See? This was him huffing and pouting. He didn't look much different, but he was making some weird bunny sound.

The bunny sounds always amused her, but she just hung the towel up to dry and said, "Okay, come on," as she picked him up again.

Some girls carried purses, Jaina carried a fluffy boyfriend.

The movement seemed very fast to his small bunny body. He'd gotten used to it taking a while to hop along and not get lost. Of course, he would be quick to point out that some of the getting lost was Fandom's fault.

He had an excellent sense of direction. Really.

He didn't really have a choice in the matter, so she brought him back to her alcove, just because she could. If he wanted to leave, she'd let him, but for now she took a seat on her bed, back against the wall. "I don't suppose you want the barrettes, do you?"

He bumped his head against her before snuggling on her lap. He thought they'd covered this the other day. If she wanted to put something in his hair, she could use his gel.

"Thought so," she said, and didn't try it. Instead she'd sit here and pet him and totally not cuddle, really. Shut up.

But she was snuggly and warm! There was no shame here.

Besides, he could make bunny noises that were almost like a cat purring. Totally worthy of a cuddle.

Was it bad that this made her feel better? "You know, as much as I want you human again," she said, "this could be worse."

Yes. While he agreed that it could be worse, John was busy getting warm and dry and cozy.

Rolling onto his side he looked up to her as if to say, 'tell me about it.' He really was all ears here.

She looked back at him and asked, "What?" as the thought of a fuzzy bunny therapist hadn't occurred to her.

That's right, expect the fluffy bunny to explain himself without the benefit of words or thumbs.

He pawed at her and snuggled deeper, ears relaxed. If she was gonna be quiet, he was gonna nap.

She could be quiet, and just sit here petting him, and decided that she could focus more on the worry of him turning human again while he was in her lap or something, rather than the other stuff on her mind.

Because it would be so awful to have a naked John Sheppard appear in her lap. The poor, poor girl. Everyone should weep for her.

John was not weeping. He was breathing loudly through his twitchy bunny nose as he drifted off to sleep.

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