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]

Irene had been some sort of skinny little weasel thing for a whole week, now. And while most of it quite agreed with her -- the intrinsic sneakiness and how easily she could hide -- other parts were growing more tiresome. A lack of thumbs, for example.

But being thwarted by Amaya all week had only proven to be a delightful sort of challenge. A game, really! And this morning had proven no different, since it wasn't as though it was hard to tell when Amaya had drifted off and could no longer foil Irene's attempts to secret her ermine-y self into the bedroom.

It was equal parts general rodent-y, burrowing nature and Irene's natural inclination to fight her way into Amaya's bed at work, for the record.

And this would have all probably played out much as the last week had, if Irene had stayed a soft, snowy-white little weasel thing. But instead, cuddled up beside Amaya in bed, was a very naked woman, curled up and also fast asleep.

Still fairly weasel-like, though. No helping that.