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?

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[crimson_sister]

"Oh, I wasn't concerned with that," Lucille said. "And the radio gave me enough information. But I missed the break and I had things planned which I suddenly had no time for."

She paused. "Do you always eat those with your hands?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"That's pretty much the custom," he said. "I don't think they even packed a fork, but if you wanna be dainty you could probably go grab one from the drawers."

He had gotten used to people being from different types of worlds. In any case, he was a rich kid and had grown up among other rich kids. He was pretty familiar with people who ate finger foods with a knife and fork just because.

"What kinds of stuff do you do? Here I am, like, with no plans for the rest of my life other than classes and a school dance once in a blue moon, apparently." He was being dramatic, but his tone was casual and dry. Look, the town was boring.

[crimson_sister]

"I do think a knife and fork would make it easier to eat." Without getting your fingers dirty or spilling sauce on your dress.

"I enjoy music and reading," Lucille said. "I play the piano and take harpsichord lessons and I had planned to devote a few days to practicing uninterrupted. Provided no one decided to sing karaoke, of course." That last part was said with obvious disdain.

[thewrathofkaan]

"Hey, I play piano too," Roscoe said brightly. "I'm more into the singing and dancing, but I can read sheet music and all that. Not sure I've ever even heard anyone play the harpsichord. Is that one of those old-timey string pianos?"

[crimson_sister]

"You do?" Lucille didn't sound sarcastic, but somehow Roscoe didn't strike her as someone who would share her love of piano music. "And I suppose you could call it that. Dr Lecter is giving me lessons."

[thewrathofkaan]

"I took voice lessons when I was a kid and I just got tired of reading the sheet music over my pianist's shoulder and not knowing how she was making music out of that," Roscoe explained with a shrug. "I'm not really a musician, but it lets me accompany myself when I rehearse."

He set the rest of his food down and wiped his hands on a napkin. "I didn't know Dr. Lecter actually played anything, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. He seems cool."