Room 505: Tuesday Morning

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A certain bunny might have spent Sunday night in a top hat, but after reassurance that the sudden fascination with Raven's tonsils had worn off and been none of said bunny's doing in the first place, Francine felt a little too guilty, and maybe a little too clingy, for that. So. Francine had fallen asleep last night with a wee baby bunny onna pillow. As you do.

Within reach for easy cuddling because she was SOFT AND CUTE AND FLUFFY.

[OOC: For the bunny! Up super early for slow 'I have to teach tomorrow morning sajdghsjdgh' play.]

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A certain bunny had long since -- by which we mean once she was out of sight of other people -- given up on pretending not to be soft and cute and fluffy, if it meant that there were Francine-cuddles in the offing.

A certain bunny did not snore, but it did twitch its nose an awful lot in its sleep. Aaaaaaaaaaaand maybe chew on the edge of the pillowcase some, but come on. It was a cute enough bunny to get away with that.

. . . did that count when it wasn't a bunny any more, but rather a kind of cold and drafty human girl with a mouthful of pillowcase and a hell of a neck cramp?

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It counted if Francine wasn't awake. She couldn't yell at a pillowcase-chewing bunny in her sleep.

She could apparently snuggle one, though. Or whatever happened to be there in place of the pillowcase-chewing bunny.

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"Francie?"

OH HEY, LOOK, WORDS.

Katchoo coughed and twisted a little, bumping her head against the wall.

"Oh, hell."

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"Mrm?" So not awake enough to do more than murmur a bit, tuck her head down against whatever part of Katchoo was convenient, since the pillow was being hogged, and tug her a bit closer.

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"Francine."

Let's try that again with a little less I don't know how to make my voice work, shall we? Which had nothing at all to do with head on leg and hair on skin and a;lkjsdf;lkajsdlfk;asd at all.

"Francine. Scoot over and gimme some of the covers, will ya? I'm freezing here!"

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"Loud bunny. Sleeping now." But there was shifting and tugging of the covers and wrapping of arms around slightly more arm-wrappy places, and--

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"Chewie?"

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And really, what could Katchoo do besides give her a sleepy smile and try to work that kink out of her neck?

"Mornin', sunshine."

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"You're not fuzzy anymore!"

Look, she was sleepy and there were covers and it was going to take her a few seconds.

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"No kidding. I oughta go and get you coffee so you process all this, but I'd have to put clothes on first."

And she was comfortable, dammit.

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Katchoo stifled a snort with minimal success. "Who needs caffeine after all?"

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Hands! Hands in... places! And legs and and hands and and places!

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"Francine?" The sad part was that Katchoo had a decent guess as to that mental narrative. "Are you breathing?"

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Was she? Francine had to check.

...No.

"Yes! Sorry! um, sorry!" Oh good, now there was flail. Because that decreased the number of places hands ended up.

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Yeeeeeeeah, this was always how she'd wanted to end up clothes-free in Francine's bed.

Okay, so the flailing was cute, but. Sigh.

"I can get up," Katchoo offered. Yes. And then blankets would no longer have a flail-dampening effect.

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"No! I mean-- You don't--" Siiiiigh. It might help if she actually woke up. And, um. Got her hands back in a kept-to-herself condition.

Well, it would help one of them, anyway.

"Sorry." She was awake enough now that it was mostly sorry for being this way.

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Katchoo was starting to realize that her mouth tasted like cotton . . . possibly a cotton blend, but literally. Also figuratively, but mostly literally. She wasn't sure pillowcase counted toward your daily recommended fiber intake.

At least it was warm under the blankets, but she scooted away an inch or two just so maybe Francine would calm down.

"'s okay," she said, trying to keep the shrug casual.

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"No, it's not." How could she go from WHY ARE YOUR HANDS ON HER? to OMG MY HANDS ARE ON YOU? Worse, how could she go from I've thought about this to freaking out when it happened by accident?

Francine wrapped her arms around herself and found her gaze resting on the slightly-chewed pillowcase. "I just... wasn't expecting. I mean... I don't know what I mean."

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Katchoo picked a piece of fuzz out of her teeth and grimaced. "You went to sleep with a bunny on your pillow. That's not what you woke up to and seriously, a rabbit? A RABBIT?"

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That teased a smile out of Francine, if a shaky one. "You were so tiny and fuzzy!"

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Katchoo was on a roll now. "HE TURNED ME INTO A RABBIT. AND YOU MADE ME SLEEP IN A HAT. AND I AM NOT ADORABLE."

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"IT WAS SAFE! I DIDN'T HAVE A BUNNY HUTCH! YOU ARE TOTALLY ADORABLE!"

Francine yelling was a little less yelly and a little more Imma poke you on the nose now.

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Katchoo groaned and slid a little further under the covers. "I'm going to have to kill Arthur and Ino now, you realize this."

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"But not Merlin?" Francine asked, notlooking notlooking notlooking at the covers and what was under them.

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"I might throw something at him," came the slightly blanket-muffled voice. "He was just trying to look out for you. Because I was too busy trying to -- geez!"

And out popped Katchoo's head again, this time complete with thoroughly repentant facial expression. "Francie, I am so, so sorry."