fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Friday Morning.

There was only one drawback of a visit home for Adah. She was a quiet, solitary soul, and so the apartment was always quiet, but the one thing it wasn't was solitary. Most of the time spent between herself and her mother seemed to exist with each of them going about their business, but with the sharp awareness that the other was at least there. True, now that she was back, she still had Pride to keep her company, but, that morning, as she tried to settle in and read, she felt herself feeling restless over the fact that the only other presence in the room was a tiny ball of fluff.

She didn't even know if anyone would bother to be up and around right now, but at least relocating to the common room would give her a chance to move around a little, and it would give Pride more space to sniff around without her constant fear that he'd take on his mother's habit of chewing on books. There was also a coffee pot in the common room, and coffee, she figured, would be just as nice of a substitute for a presence as a presence itself.

Better, even, because it was tasty. She leaned her back on the counter a little, waiting for the gurgling of the brewing coffee, watching Pride as he sniffed suspiciously at the darkness underneath the couch.

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He even shifted thoughtlessly, unaware of anything except perhaps the warm feeling of the coffee moving down his throat, into his stomach, to be processed and open up his blood vessels with caffeine, making him feel more alert, more aware, more awake, and, even then, would he notice things like which muscles tightened when his weight shifted, which relaxed, how they'd spring back to where they were effortlessly as he switched it again?

Probably not. Adah, feeling annoyed, sipped her coffee again and idly let her eyes drift away from the Prometheus again, to try to spot out where Pride may have gone now, to make sure he wasn't doing anything like chewing through the television cords. He was sniffing instead at the leg of an endtable, a small spot of brown and white fur; so far he seemed to have not inherited his mother's nibbling tendency, and only bit when pushed.

No, of course Johnny wasn't aware of such things. The only time being was when he knew he was being deliberately checked out, or when he was in front of a ceiling to floor mirror as he worked out, working his muscles to gain strength and definition.

Another sip of coffee and he was waking up, feeling the morning hit him with a slight spurt of energy. Not enough for him to move fast, or even want to move at all, but the movement of brown and white fur has his eyes drifting over, brows raising at the bunny he spotted by the end table.

"Uh... someone has lost their pet." He set his cup aside and started over towards it.

When Adah noticed the Prometheus noticing Pride, she didn't think much on it, until the boy started to move toward the rabbit. Again, with that damned movement of his. His cup was left in his wake and he was heading over before she could even respond with the slightest shake of her head that it wasn't a lost pet, it was hers, and, by the time she realized it, she felt her shoulders stiffen with a sort of uncontrollable tenseness of worry that something might happen to poor Pride in the wake of the Unaware Body being unaware of the much smaller rabbit. Knowing she couldn't move nearly quickly enough to claim the rabbit before the Prometheus got to him first, she bothered to speak, if only a little, a slightly strangled attempt at, "He's mine."

Pride just kept smelling the endtable leg. It was so pine fresh.

Johnny paused mid-step, glanced over at Adah with a smile and a raise of his brow. "May I hold him?"

Adah sucked in a breath, her good shoulder lifting with the tension associated with the prospect, her eyes steadily kept on the Prometheus. It was an expression that made it very clear that she wasn't too fond of the idea, but her eyes shifted slightly toward Pride in consideration for a moment before they returned again. And she nodded, short and jerking but carefully controlled, filled with the awareness of movement that he seemed to utterly lack, but it finished with a lift of her brow and a tilt of her head forward in warning that he would have to be completely careful, and that, while he may have her permission, Pride might have a completely different take on it, and she was not going to be held accountable for any reaction Pride might have to being handled.

Johnny inclinced his head in a thankful gesture then continued on to crouch before the wee guy. Holding out his fingers, he allowed them to be sniffed, if there was such a thing as bunny sniffing, then reached out to pick up the little ball of fluff.

"God, he's cute." Then, because he took control like he usually did, he found a comfy place to sit on the couch where he automatically slouched and set the bunny on his chest, running his fingers over the soft fur.

Of course there was such a thing as bunny sniffing, especially with Pride. Pride sniffed everything he had a chance to; Adah worried one day that he'd find his way toward some paint thinner or other chemical filled with mind-altering agents.

At the same time, though, the thought of her rabbit hopped up on inhalants also amused her to absolutely no end.

Pride wriggled a little bit when Johnny picked him up, but settled easily enough, starting to sniff at his shirt the moment he was set down. Adah, despite herself, smirked a little,, and then Pride started shifting up on the plane of Johnny's chest, to sniff at his chin.

Johnny was grinning, hands moving lightly back through his fur. He propped his feet up on the table there, stretching them out with the slouching. "I just bought Savannah a puppy," he said off-handedly. "Cute little thing she named Destiny. I guess I might be a sucker for the cute."

Adah's mouth shifted a little in a slightly disgruntled expression. Here came the babbling; it was never long before babbling and ceaseless, unnecessary chatter settled in with people. She gave a ruefully accusing glance toward the coffee pot; it was entirely its fault, opening up those blood vessels to get people to feel like the quiet of morning before their brains woke up was too much and needed to be filled with things that she didn't even care about, like puppies with ridiculous names that made her want to roll her eyes.

Naturally, she didn't say anything. She definitely poured herself some more coffee, though, while Pride continued to just sit and sniff at Johnny's chin. Sniff, sniff, sniff, trying to figure out the odd scent of male.

If Adah didn't want to hear any chattering, she should have kept her cute little ass in her room where less people were likely to come searching for coffee. Johnny would have been more that happy to point that out to her if he knew her thoughts. Of course, his grin would be teasingly cute. Everyone thinks his grin is cute. Seriously. He just knew it.

He chuckled lightly, the fur tickling his chin. "I'm sure you have a name, eh little buddy?" Johnny did glance over at Adah then, wondering if she would supply it.

Adah looked over at the rabbit with a deep sigh for the fact that she knew very well that he certainly wasn't going to pipe up and offer it, so she might as well. "Pride," she offered, taking a good, long sip of her coffee.

"Pride," Johnny repeated, bending forward slightly to nuzzle the furry little guy.

Pride pulled back a little as Johnny leaned forward, lifting his head and shifting around a little bit as if he wasn't going to allow, not for a minute to let someone else pick the nuzzling spot. He was going to pick it and that's what he did, pressing a slightly damp nose against part of Johnny's jaw.

Adah just smirked at this, sipping her coffee as she watched the two of them, feeling rather confident that she had, indeed, picked the right name for that one.

Second Floor Common Room; Friday Morning.

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