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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[special_rabbit]

Take it as a compliment, Dwight! It meant that your socks were not only good enough quality to warrant Amaya's attention, but that they were clean enough to not immediately turn her off from them. Them being in a higher drawer, too, kept her from needing to try and explore even greater heights around the apartment. Something about being so smoll apparently just made Amaya want to climb on all the things to compensate for her own greatly reduced height.

Having been discovered there yet again, though, Amaya just chuffed a little and made the attempt to burrow herself into a little ball into the socks as if that would help her to suddenly go unnoticed, so she could nap in peace before finally tackling the daunting task of seeing just hoe hugh she could manuever around a bookcase before getting caught.

[alwaysonguard]

"It's a good thing you ware so darn cute Amaya, and that socks are relatively cheap to buy, even the nicer ones."

Dwight shook his head and bent down to pick up the socks that had been tossed out during the burrowing and snuggling. He sat down on the bed and tossed in the socks, trying to burry the rabbit a bit.

"But still... could you try and stay a bit more ground level? Would worry a little less about you ya know," Dwight pointed out as he reached down to give the admittedly adorable bunny a head rub.

"Though... I guess you taking a nap up here will make it easier to keep track of you for a bit at least huh?"

[special_rabbit]

Dwight should have known by now that any pets, rubs, or scritches bestowed upon Amaya's rabbit head, no matter how adorable she may be in her current form, would be met with a disgruntled little huff and an effort to bury herself deeper into the socks for protection against such attentions.

Of course, there was only so deep one could go, inside a sock drawer.

Especially when one very suddenly went from perfectly sized for such places to very much...not.

Amaya's head found the side of the drawer first, and the rest of her...well, the rest of her had to force its way out of the space that was far less conducive to holding a fully grown adult ass woman as it was an adorable floppy-eared rabbit.

"Ahhh....zards."

As if the whole transformation process with these things weren't awkward enough, now Amaya had to deal with hers bursting through the constraints of the sock drawer and a good portion of Dwight's dresser, too, while she was at it.

Whether or not this was more awkward than the last time this happened, when she'd all but crushed Seivarden by transforming just as she was taking her down from a high shelf she'd managed to climb onto was....yet to be determined.

But, hey! Maybe Dwight would...barely notice a naked woman busting through one side of his dresser! It was Fandom! Stranger things did happen!

A former rabbit could hope, couldn't she?

[alwaysonguard]

OK so, even after having gone through it himself once before, and knowing what would likely happen at some point with rabbit!Amaya, the timing was still random enough (thank you Fandom) to throw Dwight off and catch him totally off guard.

And no, there was no ignoring or overlooking the sudden appearance of a de-rabbited Amaya crashing through his dresser. In fact, it would take just a minute for a stunned Dwight to get a gasped "Amaya!" out as he sat on the edge of the bed.

A moment later as his brain clicked back into gear he reached over a grabbed the blanket off the bed.

"Sure know how to make a reappearance there," he said, adverting his eyes as he held out the blanket to her.

[special_rabbit]

Well, clearly, it couldn't have had her just turn back at a normal moment when she was by herself and not burrowed into a small, tight space, that would just be too simple and make too much sense.

But at least it wasn't anything Dwight hadn't seen before....the naked part, anyway, not so much the person bursting through a drawer part, at least she hoped that was the case, but she was more than grateful to reach over and take that blanket to drape around herself as a far better covering that wood splinters and scattered socks.

"Yeah, well," she commented, once the shock of it wore off a little, looking at the damage she'd done to the dresser in her bid for reclaiming her Amaya-shape again, and not just because that meant not looking at Dwight. "You are always looking for new projects. Guess I'm just doing what I can to help."

[alwaysonguard]

Just because it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before (and admittedly didn't mind seeing again) didn't mean he wasn't going to be flustered and a bit awkward and flustered about it all over again.

"Yeah, definitely helping me out with that..." Dwight said, still glancing away at that moment before slowly turning back to face Amaya, praying the embarrassed heat he felt on his face had subsided at least somewhat. "You... you ok?" he asked, finally able to look at her mostly straight on. "No serious scrapes or bumps we need to head to clinic over?"

[special_rabbit]

The look Amaya was giving Dwight just then was the kind of look that wondered when she'd ever been the type to willingly duck into the clinic over anything that wasn't as bad as a severed limb, but mostly because doing that kept her mind off of the awkwardness that came with sitting on one's bedroom floor with nothing but a blanket.

The fact that she shifted a little and pulled that blanket around herself a little tighter was good evidence that it wasn't working too well. Funny how the blanket made her feel suddenly more awkward about the whole situation...

"Bumped my head pretty good," she admitted, which she felt went without saying, considering she'd bumped it good enough to break through wood.

Like, sure, she knew she was hard-headed, but come on!

"And it's always a bit...disorientating, going back to normal." Even without pieces of furniture getting in your way! "I think I'm alright, though I might need to check for splinters."

[alwaysonguard]

"Right, splinters are definitely a concern..." Dwight said still shifting his eyes around.

"I'll go... ummm... let me grab your things. They are still downstairs behind the counter." Right where he had put them when all this rabbit shenanigans had started.

"I'll... be right back" he said awkwardly as he headed for the door and downstairs to retrieve said items, taking the time to lecture himself for acting like an idiot again.

It wasnt like there was anything he hadn't seen before, and they were both grown ass adults.... they had moved on and everything that had happened between them was in the past. Right? Right. So... why did he have that weird feeling in his stomach again?

"Get it together dude," he muttered to himself as he looked behind the counter for said clothes he had gone to retrieve.

[special_rabbit]

Welp. That was at least good, that Dwight still had some of her stuff, since you never really could tell where that sort of thing ended up with these transformations, and that meant she wouldn't have to rely on borrowing clothes or anything of the sort. And while she was waiting was probably a good time to check for those splinters with an almost excruciating meticulousness to keep her brain from bouncing around too much toward other times she'd been in this room before in various states of undress.

On second thought, the splinters were probably fine, she'd feel any if they were there, how about she pay more attention to the damage on the dresser rather than giving that brain body parts to focus on? Amaya shifted a little, finding a good way to wrap and tuck the blanket as a makeshift wrapping so she could free her hands for a better inspection.

Figuring out exactly how any of this had possibly even worked was a much better distraction, really.

[alwaysonguard]

A short time later, Dwight came up the stairs a somewhat guilty and uncertain look as he slowly brought his eyes up to meet Amaya's.

"So ummm... we seem to have a bit of a issue..." he said as he held out several familiar looking items of clothing, that looked like they had when Amaya had left them laying on the floor. With the addition of a few chew holes and some torn pieces that rendered the items less suitable than the sheet Amaya was currently wrapped in.

"Seems Snoopy got a hold of them at some point... sorry," he said with a sheepish shrug.

[special_rabbit]

Apparently, inspecting the damage actually had been an effective distraction, because by the time Dwight got back, Amaya was deep enough in trying to see how many pieces might still be salvageable. So she looked over her shoulder at him and blinked at him while her brain shifted gears enough to process what he was telling her. Looked at the clothes for a moment, blinked, and then back to Dwight.

"Great," she found herself muttering before she could think better of it, "just what I need. More wardrobe gaps."

Not that she didn't have several more of pretty much the same outfit on hand, but still.

And then:

"At least all I was gnawing through were socks."

[alwaysonguard]

"Sorry about that..." Dwight said apologetically looking down at the clothes then back to Amaya. "I'll get them replaced for you." No clue how short of a disastrous shopping trip but.... maybe he could get some things ordered in from Daventry? Details, those would be figured out. There was a more pressing issue right now...

"I ummmm... got some old work clothes in the closet you could use... in the meantime..."

[special_rabbit]

"Don't worry about it," Amaya insisted, quickly, somewhat firmly, because that was the last thing anyone needed right now, more clothes-centered shopping trips, and, apparently, now that she wasn't conveniently a rabbit to get out of it anymore, she'd wind up with more new clothes than she'd even know what to do with soon, anyway. "And anything you've got's fine by me, so long as I'm not traipsing across the island in little more than my best impression of a toga."

Which wasn't doing a very good job of maintaining itself at the moment, anyway, she was discovering, with her poor attempts to adjust it back into place being not nearly as subtle as she'd have hoped.

[alwaysonguard]

"Right, here you go," Dwight said after leaning into the closet for a moment, then handed Amaya one of this shirts and pants, realizing that, just like a certain jacket on a certain school trip oh so long ago now it seemed, they were going to nearly swallow her up.

He held them out, and tuned away slightly. "You.. you know where the bathroom is" he said somewhat awkwardly because, of course she did.

[special_rabbit]

Awww, way back in those innocent, halcyon days where Dwight was the one Amaya had turned to to help her get out of awkward situations like this one with someone else entirely!

"Right," said Amaya, adjusting the blanket one more time before getting up from beside the dresser to go grab the offered clothes, before making her careful retreat to go change. "Thanks."

[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.