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Fightin' Fox Campfire; Thursday Evening.

The more she thought about it, the more Adah realized that, while she mourned the loss of her privacy, she really rather liked the cabins. She kept to herself enough that privacy was never really an issue; it came rather naturally around her. Everything was on the same level, which made going from one place to another a bit easier. And then there was the pride she took in her ability to step outside and get a fire going, literally single-handedly, and then she could sit close enough to it to catch enough light but not too much heat to read Poe by. Poe was always best read by firelight, after all, or drunk, but she didn't exactly feel like drinking right now. Just a quiet evening, reading The Imp of the Perverse backwards ("Confession! Open! Make to enough, fool, not be I. If , yes, safe am I, safe am I, thus them remodelled. I, petulance, of fit, a! In syllables customary, these aloud half murmuring of act, the in myself arrested. I, streets the along, sauntering whilst day one.") while Pride enjoyed the open air of the area, playing games with himself, the flames, and the level of Adah's concern for him by hopping as close as he could without making himself feel too singed.

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Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro had been out for a walk, but now it would have seemed that it was just the cat, poking its nose around the edge of cabins to see if anything interesting was going on. Chad, it had seemed, fell behind, distracted by what he thought might have been a few teal deer, but neither of the two were entirely concerned for the other. They both figured the other could find their way and, if not, then someone would help them. Drawn in by the firelight, Prince Oscar Pedro very quickly deduced that the girl sitting by it reading was probably not one to dole out pettings (a cat could sense these things fairly easily, after all), but there was another animal nearby, and he slunk up to the rabbit, low to the ground and carefully moving through the shadows, hoping to stealth sniff it.

Focused as heavily as he was on his temptation of the flames, Pride was, indeed, soon to be a victim of stealth sniffing and, once he realized it, he jumped a little. It was a close call; the surprise of another animal having the audacity to approach him in such a manner left him wanted to skitter as far away from it as possible. The only way he could move, however, was forward, into the camp fire. He hopped and stopped with just barely enough time, hopping back quickly and feeling like the end of his fluffy bushy tail was a bit singed. This did not please Pride, not in the slightest, who was very pompous when it came to his tail. With a small sound in his throat, he wriggled his nose a few times with disdain at the odd feline.

He thought about hopping away, as well, but this was his territory. If anyone should leave, it should be the cat.

Prince Oscar Pedro couldn't help noticing that the rabbit was rather jumpy, but that just went to reason. He was pleased that his stealth sniff had been a success, and so he started to purr, and the rabbit's attention was on him, so he started to purr more, and the rabbit was looking at him, so maybe he'd want to play, so Prince Oscar Pedro edged a little closer, purring even more as he went to nuzzle a hello to the bunny. He looked like he had such soft fur! Although probably nothing compared to some of Prince Oscar Pedro's fellow feline friends.

At the sound of Pride's familiar little growl, Adah lifted her eyes from her book, not out of concern (honestly!), but out of mere curiosity, and she blinked at the rabbit's apparent new friend. What...it had the clear skeletal and muscle structure of a feline, but what psychotic, heartless bastard took a razor to the bat-eared thing? She glanced over to Pride as the cat moved in to nuzzle it; Pride, clearly repulsed by the idea of contact with an animal he doubtless deemed inferior to himself, attempted to pack away, but only proceeded in falling on his back with a small, almost squeaking sound.

Adah did a surprisingly good job of just watching and not laughing.

A flop on one's back to expose the belly meant, of course, just one thing: an invitation to tummy rubs! Prince Oscar Pedro thought this was a little stupid of the bunny, because it wasn't like he had the capacity to offer tummy rubs in the same fashion that people gave them, but Prince Oscar Pedro was a clever cat and could certainly compromise. His purring growing even deeper still, he ducked his head and nuzzled his nose kindly, happily into the bunny's stomach. Far be it from anyone to suggest that he didn't offer back what he was so often given!

Adah's brows arched. Oh, this would be interesting. Adah almost hoped that this strange breed of cat was some bizarre rabbit eating feline, wondering if his intent all along was to consume her pet, although the purring, disappointingly, suggested nothing but friendly intent.

For the best, she supposed, since she hadn't decided that if the nuzzling lead to feasting, if she would do anything or let nature run its course.

Pride was, of course, no where near as amused and intrigued as Adah, and very promptly bopped the cat on the top of its head for its very rude and unwelcome intrusion on his personal space.

For such a little rabbit, this guy sure packed a pretty good bop on the head. Prince Oscar Pedro winced a little, rearing back, tail up in the air with his front lowered down defensively, a pouncing position, and let out a scratchy, hurt sort of meow. His tail swished back and forth in the air, trying to convey his playfulness.

With paws flailing slightly until he was able to get the right balance to do so, Pride clumsily flipped himself back over, settling into a little brown and white fluff of glaring at the cat, wondering what his mental damage might be if he honestly thought that he wanted to play. Did he honestly look like a rabbit who played?

...Okay, he probably did because he knew he was cute and fluffy, but still! His variety of playing involved seeing how many books he could nibble on until Adah noticed.

Still crouched, Prince Oscar Pedro tilted his head. So the bunny wasn't a cuddler. With how fluffy he was, that was a shame, but Prince Oscar Pedro could be all right with that. Not everyone was as cuddly as he was, he understood, but how else could they play? His big bug-eyes implored the rabbit.

Pride eyed that cat very, very carefully, shifting a little with raised heckles as he did. It was only natural, really, to be cautious around something that might be his enemy and consumer if they weren't so damned domesticated. He eyed it carefully, trying to decide if it really meant no harm, or perhaps if it was just a stupid cat, being stupid.

Prince Oscar Pedro knew that it was terribly un-catlike of him to be waiting on another creature, but, if playing was involved, he would definitely wait until the rabbit decided what he wanted to do. As far as cats went, a hairless one could only afford to be picky with certain humans like Chad. His tail continued to patiently waver in the air.

It wasn't pouncing. It wasn't attempting more of that ridiculous nuzzling crap.

Pride could find this acceptable. He pushed up on his hind legs, forepaws tucked up closely against him as he agreed to grace this beast with a mutual sniffing of acknowledgment to assist him in making a better conclusion about him.

While the moment of mutual sniffing had been initiated and Prince Oscar Pedro, too, leaned forward with twitching nose toward the rabbit, he knew that he wasn't in the clear quite yet. Still, he let out a small, scratchy meow of gratitude that the bunny was taking this first step, and the purr that followed was an inquisitive one, wondering just as much about the rabbit as his nose was trying to seek out.

Yes, yes, there was sniffing, all a matter of technicality, really, but it turned out that the cat, despite his odd appearance and uncouth affection, checked out okay from scent. Pride twitched his nose a little, pawing at it almost as if to clear the fact that he'd been sniffing at cat out of his little twitching nostrils, and then lowered his front paws back to the ground. He twitched his whiskers importantly at the cat, establishing the fact that they could play, but they were going to play by Pride's standard of what counted as play, and that meant exploring. Without even waiting for the cat's approval, he started hopping away from the campfire, off to find somewhere to stick his nose into. The cat could follow if he felt up to it.

Oh! Exploring! It wasn't as nice as cuddling, but Prince Oscar Pedro did like to explore, especially around the store, but there was just one problem with this. He turned around to face the direction that the bunny was going, and let out a long, mournful sort of meow, catching in his throat, and his eyes rolled dolefully toward the girl he assumed to be the rabbit's owner. She wasn't even paying attention, reading that book! Won't she worry when she looked up and realized that they were gone?

Pride thought about ignoring the meow, not wanting his new task to be interrupted by whatever feline issues was holding the cat back, but curiosity got the best of him (oh, the irony!) and he hopped in a circle to turn around and see what the issue was.

He looked toward Adah, then back to the cat.

He was a rabbit, so the most he could do to emote involved a twitching of his mouth, but he was mostly staring at the cat with disbelief, wondering if he was honestly concerned about getting the girl's permission.

And, of course, he wasn't about to ignore the fact that the cat's girl or boy was absolutely no where in sight. Pride shook his bunny ears before hopping back around and continuing forward into the evening.

Edited 2008-08-07 23:41 (UTC)

Prince Oscar Pedro released another imploring meow at the bunny rabbit, but it didn't take him long to realize that neither of the parties he was concerned with seemed to care at all. The bunny rabbit did seem pretty sure of himself that it would be okay, and Chad would trust that he could find his way back, so he figured that it would be okay, so long as they didn't go exploring too far. Another sorrowful meow that this wasn't exactly the kind of playing he was hoping for, but he followed it with a purr before he followed after the rabbit.

Not long after the pets had drifted off on their explorations, Chad was not far behind, finally having satiated his interest in trying to find those deer again, and he was now looking for where Prince Oscar Pedro had wandered off to. He gave a grunting nod of greeting to the girl reading by one of the campfires before he asked her, "You haven't seen a cat come around here, have you?"

Adah glanced up, albeit reluctantly, from her book and blinked at the tall boy for a moment, as if the words were slow to coming into her half brain. It hadn't been long since the departure, no, but it had been long enough that, for a moment, lost in backward Eop, Adah had forgotten entirely about the animals. She blinked at the boy again before giving a slight glance around, revealing no such creatures. She even glanced to the fire, tilting her head as she scanned the bed of embers and logs and kindling, her nose taking in a few quick sniffs for the scent of burning fur and flesh in the air, of which there was none.

"...Hairless one?" she asked, her attention back to the boy. "Kind of ugly? Giant ears and scrunchy face like those naked mole rats?"

Edited 2008-08-07 23:53 (UTC)

"Yeah, that's the one."

Beat.

"Except that he's not ugly." Chad had to frown a little at that.

"You know which way he went?"

Adah took another glance around before lightly shaking her head. "Not a clue," she admitted. "Wherever he is, I'm sure he's with my rabbit, though."

And then she turned her eyes back to her book, figuring that settled the matter. Or, at the very least, that it would settle the matter as far as she was concerned and the boy could go find the pets himself if he was so concerned.

Chad looked around the area for either of these elusive pets and, seeing neither, started to feel a bit confused. "You mean you just let them wander off?"

Wasn't this that Adah girl who ran that mind-swap experiment? Wasn't she supposed to be...you know...smart?

Drawing in a bit of a breath to hold down her annoyance at being asked a question with a very clear and obvious answer, Adah glanced back up at the boy to make sure he was serious. He certainly seemed in earnest, although, Dog help her, it was hard to tell beneath all that hair and stoicism. She very pointedly shifted her eyes to the left of her, to the right of her, and then rolled them back at him with the lift of her brows clearly indicating the excessiveness of his inquiry.

Chad just stared a moment, and then, shaking his head, he found some anger in his voice.

"Why didn't you watch them? What if they get lost or hurt or eaten by a dingo or something?"

Edited 2008-08-08 00:21 (UTC)

"Dingos only eat babies," Adah pointed out, "and, even if something did eat them, good riddance. I've let Pride wander off hundreds of times and, despite all that, he still returns in one piece."

Chad...really had absolutely no response to that besides just staring at her longer.

That...was much better. Adah gave the boy a blithe smile, glad to see someone appreciate the sound of silence, even if he seemed to have been hoodwinked into it by confusion. She gave him another lift of her eyebrows to suggest that she really didn't have anything more to say on the matter, either, and lowered her head to her pages again.

"But what if...?"

"It won't."

"Or what about...?"

Adah lightly shook her head, disrupting Eop's sec net nes for a moment.

"Laissez-les être."

Fighting the conflicted feelings in his head against Adah's completely determined sense of the security of the pets, Chad tilted his head.

"Vous parlez français?"

Adah bit back the urge to comment, in French, that, no, she knew only a few phrases, the previous one and this one to explain it. Too many words, anyway, when she could just nod slightly and answer, "Oui."

"Oh."

Chad blinked, and realized that he'd kind of forgotten where he was going with all of this.

"Mind if I sit down?"

Adah shrugged her shoulder; it was really of no consequence to her either way, since she was just going to continue reading and she figured he'd at least figured that part out by now. At least, she hoped he had, or else she would have to look forward to informing the Eel that he wasn't the stupidest male she knew any more.

Chad nodded; he understood. He was just thinking that he'd sit for a bit and enjoy the fire and wait until their pets returned so that he and Prince Oscar Pedro could go back to their cabin.

He picked out the sturdiest looking log, had a seat, and that was that.

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