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Room 527, Sunday evening

Jaina had started out just going upstairs because she'd been on calls all day and needed to be away from her comlink for a while. And it was either that or go apologize to Jolee for the Celine thing. However, after getting assaulted by enough strands of garland, you know what, now getting up to the fifth floor was all about the kriffing principle of the thing.

Which was why when Jaina got to the door and knocked by kicking against the doorframe, she was otherwise occupied by trying to tie a touchy feely strand of garland into a bow.

[For the room's owner!]

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"Why are you kicking my open door?" John asked from his perch on the bed, where he'd been encouraging garland to attack the headboard rather than his head for the last twenty minutes.

"I was knocking," she said, looking up from where she'd finally tied the garland into a pretty bow with a really really tight knot. "Killed it!" she announced proudly.

"How come you can kill it?" The one he'd been messing with was now curling around his wrist.

"It took me about twenty minutes to get up here, this was the product of a damn lot of time and hard work," she said, tossing the bow down the hall before stepping inside and closing the door. "Yours looks like it's having fun with you."

"I didn't even decorate," John complained. "And I think it's trying to strangle the life out of my arm." And he was intent on being a baby about it.

"Need help?" she asked, heading over just in case. Who knew, maybe he'd take the option to suffer and do it himself.

"I can handle it," he told her, feeling cranky that he knew he couldn't.

So Jaina took a seat on the bed and said, "Okay," and watched him handle it.

He could have done without the audience to watch him struggle, and it would've been much easier with a knife. The more he yanked against it, the tighter the garland became, and the angrier John got until he started just wishing he wasn't there and suddenly found he was free.

And a fluffy bunny. His life sucked.

One second she had a full-sized boyfriend there, the next... notsomuch. For a moment Jaina just stared and successfully managed not to "awww" like a girl, and then said, "It's going to be one of those weeks again, huh?"

Flattening his bunny ears down, John tried to glare at her because obviously this was her fault somehow.

"Oh, don't give me that look," Jaina said, now entirely at ease with talking back to a bunny. "I didn't do anything."

He huffed and continued glaring as he took a tentative hop forward. It was difficult remembering how furry feet worked.

"One of these days we'll figure out why this happens. Should I get the barrettes?"

Okay, that was her being a brat.

She was going to get bit for that sort of talk. Of course, he didn't do himself any favors pawing at his nose to make the fur stop itching him.

Jaina reached out to try and brush some of the fur away from his face. "Need anything?" she asked, not sure how she'd figure out his answer.

Attempting to shake his head, he shook his whole wee body, puffing out the fur like a giant marshmallow.

It was all very embarrassing.

She really did find it adorable. "That was an emphatic no," she told him, trying valiantly not to smile.

John hopped quickly toward his pillow, intent on trying to burrow his way under it.

"Awww, don't be like that," Jaina said, reaching for the pillow. "Don't hide."

While he tilted his head and blinked up at her through a mass of fur, that strand of garland inched closer, wrapping itself around his back paw all stealthily.

Jaina didn't see the garland right away, moving the pillow into her lap. "You know how this goes, it doesn't last long. You'll be fine."

If she wasn't going to let him hide under his pillow, he decided he'd just sit on top of it and take a nap.

With this plan in mind, he tried to hop toward her but instead fell on his fluffy face as the garland gripped his back paw.

Not sure what had happened at first, she looked him over and saw the garland, reaching to start untangling him. "This is not the day for that," she scolded the garland.

John agreed, rolling onto his back to bunny kick at the garland, if he hit Jaina, it wasn't entirely on purpose.

She'd take any hitting because she secretly loved when John was a bunny, at least for the first day or two. He was just so cute. When she managed to get the garland away, she attempted to do the bow-tying again, just because it seemed to take it a little while longer to get out of that tangle.

Safe from evil garland, he twitched his nose and tried to crawl onto her lap, his bunny butt and legs sort of hanging and incapable of finding purchase to boost himself.

Once the garland was tied up and tossed away with a stern warning look, Jaina said, "Come here, you," and picked John up to pull him onto her lap.

Burrowing his bunny face against her stomach, he attempted to curl up with a low bunny rumble noise.

See, there was no bad in curling up with her bunny boyfriend. She scratched lightly behind his ears, and said, "What do you think about getting this fur cut?"

A haircut was possibly the best and the most terrifying idea he'd heard as a bunny. He would be alright with her taking his lack of violence as a yes.

"Okay, you haven't bitten me, headbutted me or run away, so I'm guessing that's okay," she said. "Don't worry, I won't do it myself."

Flopping on his side, he stretched out, liking the idea even more and thinking the bunny thing wasn't so bad if it meant he could nap like this.

"You look so comfortable," she said with a smile, knowing that she would have to move eventually, and move him, too.

If she tried to move him, she would have to deal with cranky bunny paws smacking at her hands, that's how comfortable he was.

In fact, his wee bunny breathing was slowing as he drifted off to sleep.

Jaina kept scritching behind his ears, smiling down at him since she didn't think he'd glare at her now, and waited for the snoring to start.

She really didn't have to wait long for him to flip onto his back and begin snoring a high-pitched sort of snorting whine.

It was likely a sound only Jaina could love.

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