5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

There was a Francine, there was a top hat, and there was a very small, very fluffy, very white bunny trying to get out of the top hat.

"Will you please stay in there? At least while I get you some lettuce and grapes?" No carrots. "I don't want people to step on you."

Francine turned on the tv and channel-flipped 'til she hit a Bitterwoman repeat. So, you know. For about 30 seconds. "There. Watch that and... try to behave." Not that Francine's bedspread could attest to the pointlessness of that request.

[OOC: Oooooopen! BunnyBFF modded shamelessly with permission.]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur didn't enjoy being indecisive. In fact, being indecisive was something his father had mostly drilled out of him by now. Being indecisive about checking on a girl and... a rabbit? Now that was really embarrassing.

It was, hence, with a mix of relief, disappointment, and still-lingering what that he found them in the common room, shortly after finishing salle practice.

He opened his mouth to speak. Then opted against it.

Of course, this didn't stop him from exuding the usual I own this room vibes, so it wasn't like silence made his presence any less obtrusive.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Bitterwoman. Katchoo was always up for watching that. The hat, though, made this a very difficult prospect, and just because she was currently tiny and fluffy (but not cute, dammit) it had better not mean that Francine was going to get away with flaunting their time-honored Bitterwoman-watching tradition of eating everything in the house . . . or common room, at least.

So this would be a tiny, tiny bunny scrabbling frantically at the hat, trying to escape.

If she ever got out of the damn hat and made her way over to Francine before the episode ended, she'd just have to remind her about the tradition.

[thatsamilkshake]

"She's in the hat," Francine said, looking over her shoulder as she chopped grapes into wee baby bunny sized bits.

Because looking over her shoulder with a knife in her hand was smart.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Stop that," Francine called. "You can see it if you stand up." Maybe. Possibly not. But putting something in there for her to stand on was just asking for an escape.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, like hell she could. Standing up, her tiny fluffy ass. And this was one of her favorite episodes, too.

Maybe if she rocked the hat enough it'd tip over? Sigh. All this headbutting, even if it wasn't readily visible, was embarrassing.

[bitchprince]

"Right."

Arthur cast the hat a dubious look. "I see the two of you are doing... better."

[trigons_child]

Raven was returning from classes when she passed through the 5th floor common room. When she saw Francine, she froze, like an empath in the headlights. Maybe she wouldn't see her. She knew she needed to apologize to Francine but she wasn't sure she could do it without bursting into tears.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine cast Arthur a dubious look. "...Well, she's not trying to climb down Raven's throat anymore, but that might be the bunny thing."

[bitchprince]

"Merlin did say she had a very bunny personality," Arthur said, and they should all be lucky he was too humorless to realise the obvious pun, or emphasise it. He stalked idly into the room. "I heard all of that was a bit--" Insane. "Difficult."

[thatsamilkshake]

The headlights of an oncoming Mack truck?

""

And that was Francine withholding judgment.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I guess I should be used to it by now." She wasn't. She was, however, used to stopping the knife before it sliced into her finger. Mostly. "Ouch."

If it didn't draw blood, it didn't count, dammit.

[bitchprince]

Arthur would just be over here, eying the bunny-and-tophat combination with a look that said both I am not too sure what to make of this and oh god, it's tiny and fluffy, ew.

"Katchoo," he attempted.

[thatsamilkshake]

"If I take you out of there and put you on the couch, do you promise to stay put?" Francine asked, coming over with a bit of lettuce.

[trigons_child]

Raven bit her lip, glad she had instructed the helm to keep shields at maximum, captain. "Francine," she said, forcing the name through her constricting throat. The rest of the words came out in a rush. "I am so sorry. I truly did not intend to do what I did, but it was all my fault. I used my gifts to make Katchoo feel affection toward me. She is blameless, but I have hurt you terribly, which I never would wish to do."

[bitchprince]

Arthur sighed, pacing towards her, and made a valiant attempt to remove the knife from her fingers before-- "Don't hurt yourself."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm fine," Francine said, though she let him take it. It wasn't like she was punching walls. She was just... okay, holding a sharp object while extremely distracted. "I was done with it anyway." So there.

But actually true, as she now had a small plate of bunny-sized grape bits and torn up lettuce.

[intraspective]

Ino poked her head in the room and blinked around.

"Who is getting lettuce and grapes?" she asked curiously.

[bitchprince]

With a slight shrug, Arthur flopped down in a chair, knife in hand, and idly took to the business of balancing it on his finger. He wasn't trying; he was just a natural show-off. "Merlin says it'll wear off soon enough," he offered.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Of course she didn't -- oooh, lettuce. Katchoo's ears twitched and she looked up at Francine with big, big hopeful bunny eyes.

Could she get out of the hat now? Please? This was so undignified. Like the whipped cream and chocolate-syrup drizzle topping on a sundae of undignified.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

If a tiny adorable ball of bunny fluff could give you a death glare, Katchoo was trying, although the death glare was somewhat mitigated by the reflexive desire to smirk at the look on Arthur's face.

She twitched one ear at him, both one word about this later and I kill you and ahaha I am going to remember this look on your face for the rest of my life.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes at her, either signifying that his preternatural ability to understand squirrels extended to all small rodents, or signifying that he was Arthur Pendragon and he would roll his eyes at Katina Choovanski all he bloody well wanted.

"Don't worry, it won't be long," he said. He was hoping the little fuzziness of her wasn't going to attract large amounts of fawning women.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm sure it will," she agreed. People getting stuck in furry animal form was something she was used to by now. It was just the emo drama thing where her heart got broken for idiotic reasons that she kept getting surprised by. "Want some grapes? There's way more here than Katchoo can eat."

There was way more lettuce too, but she assumed he didn't want that.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine reached in and .... stroked her ears. Shut up. THEY WERE SOFT AND FUZZY. Then she lifted Katchoo out and set her on the sofa cushion, holding out the lettuce to her. "If you're good, there's grapes."

[bitchprince]

He made a vague gesture with his unoccupied hand that roughly communicated by all means, I accept your offer. Of course, the emo drama thing would be the part Arthur had no idea how to deal with. "I'm... sorry matters got out of hand."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It had been long enough already, and she was NOT A RODENT THANK YOU VERY M -- oh. Right. Damn.

Katchoo laid her ears back and hunkered down in a small fluffy ball of hating everything in the world ever. Except you, Francine.