Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[thewrathofkaan]

So. Roscoe had been a bunny for two weeks. Apparently that was something that happened.

He was back now, and really famished for anything other than carrots and lettuce. So he did what anyone in his situation would do, and ordered in some burgers from the fast-food place in town. He wasn't sure if they did delivery as a rule, but he used his extra-sweet voice on the phone and thirty minutes later a guy appeared with two gigantic bags of food. Roscoe flashed him a grateful smile and a forty percent tip. Flirting was another thing he had missed while in bunny form.

Now he was chilling on the couch, playing old video games and stuffing his face with burgers and fries. Enjoying the finer parts of being a human being, you know?

[[open like a common room!]]

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[thewrathofkaan]

"Hey, that's kinda cool," Roscoe said. He had never had an after-school job before. The idea seemed kind of mysterious to him, in a spoiled-rich-kid kind of way. "Why the post office?"

[intotheout]

"They had a bunch of toothpaste and I was picking some up for J.Lo and -- the lady there offered. She didn't care about me not having a work permit or anything. Which -- admittedly is a little weird and suspicious? But they haven't kidnapped me, I only work one day a week, and I'm making some decent pocket money. So I don't think she's exploiting my youth and naivete or anything."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Hey, sounds pretty legit. And it's a government office, right? There's all kinds of laws about exploiting minors, probably," Roscoe said with a shrug. "Maybe I should get a job. My allowance has been kinda irregular."

That part he mused mostly to himself, with a thoughtful little frown.

[intotheout]

"My boss is an old-timey French lady," Tip said. "Soooo I'm not too sure how much it's run by the government." This was Fandom, after all. "But you totally could. They're pretty boring, but one day a week isn't bad."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Yeah, maybe," Roscoe sighed. "I don't really have much of a work ethic. But I guess maybe I should, like, learn."

As boring as that sounded.

[intotheout]

Tip hadn't really known not having one was an option. "It's a pretty useful skill. Especially if you don't want to rely on your parents forever."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Mine are pretty unreliable," Roscoe granted. "My dad has been, uh, off the grid since I got here."

He was willing to share more, but felt a little weird about it, so he let his sentence hang there and veered the conversation back toward Tip. "So you've worked before?"

[intotheout]

"Not officially." She was too young for a work permit before the invasion, and after -- well, it took a little while to get the 'official' stuff back in gear. Plus, you know, they had the slush fund by then. "But Mom's grocery store job didn't pay a whole lot, so I did, like, babysitting and feeding cats and helping the neighbors shovel snow or whatever for extra cash." She'd've mowed lawns, but no one she knew back then had one. "Where'd your dad go? If you don't mind me asking."

'Off the grid' could mean any number of things, after all.

[thewrathofkaan]

"So, like, he's in prison?" Roscoe couldn't help the upward tilt in his voice that turned the sentence into a question. It was rare that he had a hard time saying anything, but this was weird family stuff. "For six months. That's why I wound up coming here."

[intotheout]

Tip's eyes went a little wide, though she otherwise managed to keep hold of her poker-face. "Oh. That -- that really sucks. I'm sorry."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Sorry, that's totally weird, right?" Roscoe so wasn't used to making confessions that actually embarrassed him. "I mean, thanks. It's kinda hard. He's just in for this white collar corporate thing, but it's still prison, you know?"