6 Unicorn Street; Tuesday Morning [09/20].

[special_rabbit]

It had been the kind of week that made Amaya wonder if it was rude to just drop your friends off at the animal shelter for kenneling when they'd turned into something, but it had also been the kind of week where she figured even if she did drop Irene off at the shelter, she'd still manage to make her way back, if how often Amaya wound up having to unceremoniously remove her from the bedroom was anything to go off of. She wasn't really sure how much of that was the ermine or how much of that was Irene, but there had definitely been far too many mornings waking up with a fancy weasel curled up in the bed...somehow.

And, sure, when she had to take care of Seivarden as a cat, she got cat hair all over everything...but at least she stayed in the living room. And Amaya had given herself very firm, very arbitrary Rules about this sort of thing!

So when Amaya went to bed the night before, she was....well, she wouldn't call it confident that there was no getting into the bedroom that evening, because she'd just had the week she'd had, but...she had a good feeling that her efforts to stymie another bedroom breach were pretty solid.

Amaya was, of course, wrong about this.

If anything, her efforts only encouraged the ermine more.

But she'd she wouldn't know anything about that quite yet, as she herself was still sleeping, snoring away, maybe a little later than usual because proper weasel restriction was honestly a bit exhausting.

[[ obviously for the aforementioned fancy weasel, s'il vous plait!

and I would 100% like to leave it up to the squirrels if they decide to take Amaya up on her bribe or not ;) ]]

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[begmetwice]

"Well aren't I the posh one, then," Irene replied, lifting a brow as she slipped on that insisted-upon dress with a slight uptick in speed. (Just in the name of not actually pushing Amaya all the way over into uncharmable irritation, rather than just pressing all the luck she could.) "Hope I didn't give you too much trouble."

Though how much trouble could one little ermine cause, anyway?

The book, of course, would be noted shortly enough now that Irene was back in possession of her keen eyes and a curiosity that would have put any member of the weasel family to shame.

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"You were a bit....restless," said Amaya, after letting out a sucked in breath in a huff, feeling significantly more charitable now that Irene was on her way toward getting dressed and out the door. "And I'm sure if I never see your face all tiny and fuzzy again, it'll still be too soon, but, well, you're back now, that's what counts."

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"Miss me that much?" Irene asked, fastening the dress with a smirk. "And here I was more than prepared to make overtures in light of your many dates a few weeks back. Turns out I just needed to turn into an ermine to keep your attention, hmm?"

All attention was good attention, when you were an Irene sort.

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And the tricky part was...Amaya couldn't even deny that it had worked, either, because managing that ermine definitely had managed to take up a good deal of attention and energy.

"Well, don't go making a habit out of it on my account," she remarked. "I'll just foist you on someone else next time, and then what?"

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"Then I suppose I'll be waking up naked in someone else's bed," Irene commented lightly, plucking up the book from the nightstand and turning it over, trying to mask a sudden bolt of warm, disarming sentimentality -- look at that, she'd been cared for and with intent -- by feigning interest. "Not my preference, personally, but it's not as though I've anything to hide."

Honestly, being disarmingly naked was one of Irene's favorite pastimes.

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Oh. Oh...well, if there was anything to help Amaya get over the odd little quirk of suddenly feeling like she didn't very much like that at all (nor did she very much like that she didn't), it was someone going through her things...personal, private, in-her-bedroom things...to remind her that literally any bed actually would be better, because it was near her bed that those things were.

"You can borrow it," she stated firmly, with a nod toward the book in her hand and trying to ignore the no doubt complicated color to her cheeks right now, "if you're interested. A little dry for my tastes, but it's got good pictures."

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"I do prefer books with good pictures," Irene commented, flicking her gaze back up to Amaya's with a smile that probably signaled what sort of pictures she meant. (Naturally.) "Though I can't imagine I'll come into possession of an ermine any time soon."

As it was, she'd be scouring and maybe donating a few of her furs for...well, reasons.

"You did research," she commented, unable to keep the note of emotion entirely out of her voice, much though she wanted it all to just come out as teasing.

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"You know, I'd have said that same thing about ermines as early as last week, too," Amaya pointed out, deftly ignoring any comments (what comments?) about research; the room was fairly littered with books of all sorts, she very well could have just had it lying around!, "and now look where we're at."

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Yes, but this book was specific and gave Irene annoying butterflies, so she was much more interested in it. (Though, again -- if Amaya hadn't circled back to chase her out, she'd have made her way through the rest of the books over the course of her own nosy research, too.)

"Maybe I ought to pick up a text on lagomorphs," Irene commented, drawing the word out as she smoothed her hair and replaced Amaya's adorable ermine book. (Irene didn't need it, in spite of any good pictures, and more to the point -- she'd much rather leave Amaya's room with some sort of stamp that she'd been here.) "Just in case I ever find myself in possession of a rabbit."

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"Oh, I'm pretty sure the only thing you really need to know about those," Amaya noted dryly, "is just to keep them out of sock drawers."

You know, just like how you should really keep ermines out of bedrooms.

"And off high shelves," she added, after a moment of reaching even further back in the memory of times she'd been a rabbit.

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"Well, they're usually quite small," Irene noted, though not without sympathy. "I'm sure it's frightening to be up that high when you're so little."

Her ermine self hadn't seemed to mind much, but her ermine self had also seemed to be fairly content to explore pretty much any and everything that she wasn't really supposed to, bedrooms included.

"I appreciate it," she added, actually sincere. "You could've turned me loose in the shop or something, you know."

And Irene could have come to naked on the floor of her own store, gorged on edible knickers and with an inventory of destroyed silicone, no doubt.

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Amaya opened her mouth to point out that the height had actually been the point of going up on the high shelves at the time, and the problem came from the incredible timing of being suddenly not so small when up there, but then seemed to stop herself, shut her mouth, and shook her head as if to tell herself to never mind the finer details.

Instead, she felt it was much more productive to say, "I could have turned you loose in the preserve."

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"Where I so easily could have been snatched up by a hawk or eaten by a...fox or snake or similar," Irene noted, clearly fishing around for what she supposed ate ermines. (They did not seem to be at the top of the food chain, exactly -- though, probably likely agile enough to avoid larger predators, and goodness she did not want to dwell on how appropriate it might have been for her to turn into this particular animal. Clearly it was arbitrary!) "In a way, Amaya, you saved my life."

Dramatic though she was being -- this was, of course, just a setup. She would clearly need to come up with something appropriately lavish as a thank-you gift.

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Funny, that, because Amaya'd been hoping to use that as a set-up herself. One she figured was fraught with potential backfires, but, really, she was kind of at the point where she couldn't really find a good, polite way of saying it.

(Not that she felt terribly inclined to do so in these particular circumstances, anyway).

"Yeah, well," she said, "you can thank me by finally getting the hell out of my apartment."

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"Amaya," Irene tsked playfully, meandering towards the door like she had always been planning to leave right around now anyway. "Careful, now, love, or you're going to hurt my feelings."

Lies. First and foremost -- Irene would love to argue she didn't even have feelings, but since that had already been admitted thanks to truth day, it was a lost cause. But more to the point: she did have feelings, both in the general and the specific, the book on ermines had hit her right in those feelings, and the gift in question would now be even more lavish and, in all probability, outrageously thoughtful to boot. A bouquet of meats on sticks, perhaps.

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And that was a gift likely to hit Amaya right in the stomach, which was far more effective than anything that would hit her in the feelings, anyway. Especially since when making an appeal to feelings right now just meant she'd barely been able to hold herself back from responding with a very emphatic and decisive, Good.

Instead, she was just going to fold her arms in front of herself resolutely, looking at Irene with an expectant sort of expression, like she wasn't planning on saying anything more until she had an actual confirmation of this alleged exit.

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"Thanks for a lovely morning, Amaya," she added, blowing a kiss over her shoulder as Irene made her way out. She was barefoot and thus much tinier than usual for it, but even she had limits, and stealing a pair of Amaya's boots firmly butted up against what she'd consider a limit. She'd just have to carry herself like she was in her heels, and with that, she had no problem.

Even after being a weasel for a week.

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And Amaya waited.

And waited.

And waited, as if expecting either of those shoes that Irene was missing to drop, but when she was feeling sure that the other woman was good and gone without any sudden last minute revelations or realizations that would inspire a hasty return, she let out out the breath that it felt like she'd been holding all morning in a long, dragged out groan. She took a moment to rub her eyes and then her forehead and fought down the urge to just burn the whole place down at this point. But she decided she'd best safe the self-destructive arson as a topic for after she'd at least had some coffee in in her, and, in returning to the kitchen to continue where she'd left off, she realized something else.

"Ah, zards, the squirrels!"

But halfway to opening it, she sighed and almost wondered if there was really a point in even bothering at this point, but, well, if anything, this whole fiasco only went to show that she'd been slacking off in this sort of thing far too much lately, so it certainly wouldn't hurt. So out came the rum and a few little shot glasses, which were then lined up in a neat little row on the kitchen table for the taking while she went back to that much needed coffee.