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Room 527, Wednesday evening

As a kitten Jaina had had some adventures ~~especially today~~, but she was so incredibly happy to be human again. And no longer naked in public.

On her way back to her room to get her comlink, she'd found a drunken, egg nog-coated bunny asleep in the stairwell, obviously having just given up. And this was another set of clothes he was going to have to wash when he changed back. With a side trip for the comlink, she brought him back up to his room, frowning when she opened the door.

"Do you ever lock this?" she asked, not particularly expecting an answer.

[For he who didn't change back first, oops.]

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He would have told her that the only time he remembered locking the door was the time he tried locking her out of his room when he was bald, but of course, he was a bunny and he was a half-asleep dead weight in her arms.

He'd be cuter when he wasn't sticky and in need of a bath- again- but she was getting scarily used to this sort of thing now, so she closed the door with her boot and brought him into the bathroom.

"Why do I always end up bathing you?" she wondered.

Because Gavin was a jerk water-flicker and egg nog was sticky?

John didn't want a bath. He wanted to sleep somewhere warm, like in a nest of his pillows. That would be perfect.

Not that Jaina knew what he was thinking, but she slept in that bed, and no, he wasn't getting in it like this. So she turned on the bathroom light and started up the tub for a low level of water.

Which was John's cue to wake up and start trying to fight her hold on him. There would be no dunking in water if he could help it.

"Will you relax? I'm just getting you clean," she told him, holding him a little closer so he couldn't get away, and stopped the water.

Cranky and sleepy, with a twitch of his flattened ears, he prepared himself to pout a lot. She'd be lucky if she didn't see the flash of his white teeth.

"Don't give me that attitude," she said, grabbing his shampoo- yes, the vanilla- and getting onto her knees to place him in the water. Gradually. Feet-first. No dunking.

Once he was standing in the water, John sniffed interestedly at the shampoo bottle, approving of that choice at least. It would be nice to smell like himself again.

"Does it wake you up any?" Jaina asked, pouring a little bit into her hand and putting the bottle down so she could work the shampoo into his hair.

Standing as still as he could, John allowed himself to be shampooed. He'd forgotten how capable she was at this. He certainly felt more awake even if he had no real need to be so.

Of course, he'd passed out trying to hop up to his own room. Mockery was expected.

"Sudsy is a good look on you," she mused, soaping him up to try and get as much of the egg nog off of him as possible.

Pawing at his face, because it just felt weird to be at all wet or sudsy, his whole body shook in a sort of involuntary ripple effect that sent soap flying.

His wide, hazel eyes looked up at her apologetically.

Jaina laughed a little, not wanting to aww, but awww. "I'm going to rinse," she warned, just in case he wanted to close his eyes.

Squishing his eyes shut tightly, John held up his furry face in preparation for the flood. He really hated the water.

Remembering how this went, she got his face rinsed as quickly as possible to get it over with, then worried about the rest of him. "See, hard part's done."

Shaking more, John's flat ears flickered up to get some of the water off them.

It was only while she rinsed him that he realized she was no longer a kitten and he was still a freaking rabbit. There might be a little extra bitter in his glare.

Jaina didn't notice the glare, running her fingers through his fur to make sure she didn't have to shampoo him a second time thanks to all the egg nog. "How'd you even get this on you?" she wondered. She didn't know. She'd been stalking a bug at the time.

She was never, ever admitting that.

Well, while she'd been stalking, he'd been getting felt up by one of her commanding officers. That wouldn't be at all strange later, nope.

He hopped a little in the water, wriggling against her hands impatiently.

"I know, almost done," she said, pulling a towel to her hand as she drained the water. And then when the water was gone she was scooping him up into the towel.

And he was shivering against the sudden lack of heat from the water and trying to burrow into the towel.

As she stood, she covered him more in the towel, and set him on the counter to try and dry him off. "You okay there?"

Could she not see the shivering? He was cold and wet and likely to catch some terrible bunny flu if this fact didn't change quickly.

Also, he was back to that cranky bunny default.

She was working on it, trying to fix the cold and wet thing. She was also a little disappointed that he wasn't cutely trying to make the towel his new OTP or something.

"Do you have one of those hair dryer things?" she wondered. She'd never actually used one before.

Um, of course he did not. Was he a girl now just because he liked to smell nice with his vanilla scented shampoo? Or his drawer of hair products that were an attempt to tame the beast that sat atop his head?

But he was too busy trying to make a nest of the towel to even glare at her about these things.

"I guess that's a no," she said. "Don't get too comfortable, I'm about to disturb you."

What did she mean, disturb? He was just getting all settled! Look at how adorably he'd managed to cover half of his bunny face with the towel, leaving one ear poking out the side. Who would disturb that?

"You manage the cute on purpose," Jaina accused, because seriously. "Okay, you have a choice. Stay in the towel, or go to the bed where there are blankets."

She knew how to tempt him. He poked his head out from under the towel immediately, deciding that blankets were far superior to towels. Bedding was his true OTP, after all.

"There we go," she said, picking him up again and turning off the light as she brought him out of the bathroom. She was nice and let him stay in the towel for the trip, though.

Even though the trip was short, he still tried to snuggle against her through the towel, thinking he could steal some heat that way.

Holding him close, Jaina leaned over to pull back the covers before setting him down on the mattress.

Hopping over to one side, he looked up at her expectantly before turning to blink at the blanket and then back to her. See? That was supposed to be keeping him warm now.

She laughed, pulling the blanket back down to cover him completely.

Meanwhile she was going to sit down and take off her boots. And change, actually. She was really glad for the spare clothes arrangement.

The lump in the blanket that was the John bunny moved slowly in a strange pattern, as he hopped to find the edge of the blanket.

When he found it, John stuck his head out of the blanket just a little to find out what Jaina was up to.

Edited 2008-12-18 04:58 (UTC)

If she'd realized he was peeking she would have been glad she'd finished changing into pajamas before then, because boyfriend or not, having a bunny watch her change clothes would have been a little weird. She put her clothes aside to figure out what to do with them tomorrow, and asked, "Warm yet?"

He tipped his ear at her before diving back under the blanket, lest she should decide he no longer required it.

And once again, there was a lump stumbling under the blanket in search of pillows.

Jaina giggled and said, "North a bit," and stood at the side of the bed, not wanting to distract him by getting in yet and ruining his search.

As if he could tell directions under the blanket. He did his best and eventually popped out at the top where there were pillows to snuggle against.

"There you are," she said with a teasing smile, pulling back the covers enough for her to slip in, but not enough to disturb him.

Once she was on the bed, he did his best to bunny flop in her general direction.

Jaina tried not to laugh, moving a little closer to help him out. "Not comfortable yet?" she guessed.

John looked up at her and blinked before leaning down to smush his furry head against her.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, moving her arm to pet his back. "Get some sleep. The egg nog crisis will end tomorrow."

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