Apartment Above Fix It Shop-Tuesday

[alwaysonguard]

 The weekend had been an eventful one and the added responsibility of watching a... friend.. business partner... that had suddenly transformed into a rabbit only added to the business. Especially considering rabbit!Amaya was determined to get into everything she possibly could. That included a pile of shavings and sawdust when she had made a mad dash downstairs the other day, the dust bunnies under the bed, the closet where he kept all the spare tools. 

So whenever he looked around for the fluff ball and found her once again in his top dresser drawer, looking snug and comfy in his sock drawer, Dwight tried to remind himself that it was better she was nomming on his socks and not the electrical cords downstairs.

"Glad you are enjoying yourself there, Amaya" he said with a soft sight and playful mocking tone as he looked down at the rabbit and shook his head. "You are going to owe me quite a few new pairs of socks if this keeps up much longer!"

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[alwaysonguard]

Dwight nodded and handed the clothes over, turning away as he did.

"Right I'll... I'll be here then." He paused for a moment and called out as Amaya started off.

"Want any breakfast? Something other than carrots and lettuce?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

[special_rabbit]

The pause that followed, as Amaya ducked into the bathroom, was probably long enough to suggest that perhaps she hadn't heard Dwight, but, eventually, she did call back, "Thanks, but I think I'm all filled up on socks at the moment."

[alwaysonguard]

"Ah right... the socks. Of course."

Dwight shook his head. Of course he had been silly to think she would be interested in sticking around. Hanging out meant talking. To him. And talking ran the risk of awkward topics coming up. A hasty retreat was probably for the best anyways, for both their sakes.

[special_rabbit]

Funnily enough, it wasn't talking that was on the forefront of Amaya's mind for things to best be avoided at that moment, but rather everything else conjured up in the inevitable reminder of Dwight's bulk and size compared to her own when dropping the sheet to exchange it for the shirt.

Followed immediately by the implication of what traipsing across the island from Dwight's place to hers, dripping in clothes obviously not her own, the entire way littered with squirrels.

There might be a necessary pit-stop next door to raid Diaz's closet first, but this ought to do well enough to get her that far.

The whole process of making herself halfway presentable took quite a bit longer than it probably should have, partly out of feeling like she had no idea what she was doing and the other half just convincing herself that it was fine, no awkwardness here, just your standard Fandom transformation operation, she'd be on her way, and that was that...

So it was with an awful lot of mustered-up confidence that Amaya finally emerged, all that excess cloth from Dwight's clothes haphazardly but smartly tied and tucked for a somewhat reasonable fit, with a bold declaration, clearly mentally rehearsed. "Well, then! That's that, I suppose! Wouldn't want to overstay my welcome any more than I have already, best be out of your hare," see? See? Everything was fine, there was even a pun!, "now, Dwight, much appreciated, sorry 'bout the dresser."

[alwaysonguard]

"Don't worry about it" Dwight said, looking at Amaya and then shifting his eyes away, partly out of not wanting to make things more awkward by smirking at how small she did look swimming in that shirt and also partly not wanting to let minds wander too much to the last time he had seen her in one of his shirts after a bout of being without clothes in that apartment.

"I've been meaning to upgrade anyways. Now is as good a time as any really," he said with a somewhat forced grin. That was not a total lie, he had just not planned on it suddenly becoming a priority on the to-do list. "Long as you weren't hurt, that's all that matters."

Because it really was too much to ask for to have an honest conversation about anything not related to projects or business with a certain blacksmith wasn't it?

[special_rabbit]

Now, that wasn't entirely true. Amaya would also be willing to have an honest conversation about gardening or lobsters or meats on sticks, too! Anything else....well, what really was there even to say?

"Right as rain!" Amaya assured Dwight with a firm and confident nod. "Back to bipedal and properly shapes, give or take a few new bumps and bruises, but I'm sure I've had worse plenty of times before."

And then, an awkward pause, the sort that left a person wondering if just chucking oneself out a window was a bit too hasty of an exit.

"Well," Amaya tried, "thanks again. For...keeping an eye on me, keeping me out of trouble, and all. I'll definitely owe you one, Dwight."

[alwaysonguard]

"No trouble at all. Couldn't leave such a special rabbit alone and defenseless" Dwight said with a soft smile. "And don't worry about owing me one... I'm sure the island will make sure things balance out eventually."

And then, there really wasn't much else to say... it would only delay the inevitable and add to the awkwardness.

[special_rabbit]

Well, if there was anything to get Amaya's feet moving right out that door finally, it was definitely going to be throwing in a word like special in there, no matter how much it suited the username. There was a small wrinkle of her nose and a defiant lift of her chin at the rest of what came along with it.

"I'm sure I'd have been able to fend alright for myself if I had to," she insisted staunchly, and, well...

...Best not think about how the island might decide to settle the score if they were leaving it up to that, so you'd better believe Amaya was now resolute in finding a way to at least sort of make it up to Dwight somehow before that happened.

"But," she allowed, figuring at least a small concession might be a good start on that, "it was probably a good thing I didn't have to."

A nod, and then a turn toward the door. "See ya around, Dwight."

[alwaysonguard]

"Of course you could," Dwight conceded with a slight nod. Was no need to point out that it was the guilt he would have felt if anything HAD happened because he let independent Amaya be an independent rabbit that was the main driving force behind his decision.

He watched as Amaya gathered herself together and headed for the door.

"Don't be a stranger," he said simply as he started to turn his attention to the busted dresser.