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Flight Club [Flight Shed, 2pm]

It was their last club meeting before the break and, with finals still ongoing, Gavin figured a nice, light meeting would probably be for the best.

"Hey everyone," Gavin said, nodding. "Hope finals are going well for you all. We're almost through them and then we get a nice break. Anyway, it's going to be a light, choose your poison kind of day. You can hop into the sim if you want and fly around, release some stress or you can sit and chat, eat cookies and stuff and take the time to unwind if you've already had some finals."

He nodded to the spread of ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks.

"Thanks for coming out and I hope to see you all back here next year. We'll be getting a little more in depth into the flying machines of you all so that'll be fun. Until then, good luck on finals and have a good holiday."

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Yeah, there was no flying happening for John today. However, he was very interested in the snacks on the table. He wondered if it would be rude to hop up there...

Gavin eyed the...bunny.

"Um."

If Gavin didn't know who the bunny was, John might actually be in luck with scoring some food and drink. He tilted his head to the side and lowered one ear to make himself as adorable as possible.

"Awww."

Gavin wasn't able to resist bunny cuteness, dammit.

"Are you a real bunny or a student? Or a teacher?"

Like a real bunny was smart enough to look purposefully cute for food.

John hopped toward Gavin and sat up on his back legs, waving his wee paws at the boy.

"All right," Gavin said, reaching down to scoop up the bunny since he thought that was the sign for 'pick me up!' "You got any way of telling me who you might be? Nametag? Signal?"

Feeling strangely like if he gave Gavin any sign of who he was, there could be Problems, John twitched his bunny nose and bared his teeth, trying to indicate food was of great import here.

"I don't know what that signal is," Gavin admitted. "But damn, those are some sharp teeth. Do bunnies bite?"

Yes. Jaina could verify this.

John flailed his back legs, trying to encourage Gavin toward the food table. He was rather hungry.

"Hey, ow!" Gavin said, trying to contain the little legs. "Stop kicking, Vernon."

Oh, that was a random name.

"What do you want?"

John cocked a long ear at Gavin. Vernon? Really?

He wanted Cheetos! And soda!

"What, that not good?" Gavin asked, frowning at the ear cocking. "Oh, I know why!"

Gavin should have seen this.

"You're a girl rabbit. So, you're...Aravis Jr."

That was a good one.

And now those large, sharp bunny teeth were attempting to nip at Gavin.

"Hey hey hey!" Gavin said, holding the bunny at arm's length. "Do you want me to call you Jabba?"

Ears flattened back, John worked up his best bunny glare and kicked his strong back legs through the air uselessly.

Sometimes being small was a pain.

"Or maybe you're tubbier than Jabba ever was," Gavin said. "I read about him and he was a tubby bastard."

See, now that just wasn't called for nor was it very nice. John decided the best response was to go limp and look balefully up at Gavin in sad bunny defeat.

"Oh man, I hurt a bunny's feelings," Gavin sighed and brought the bunny closer. "Look, sorry. You were kicking and I reacted like I would if you were one of my friends. You have better hair though."

If bunnies were capable, John would have laughed his ass off at that apology. But he was a bunny and so he tilted his furry head to one side and worked to think thin thoughts in the name of begging for food.

"Can you point your nose in the direction of what you want, buddy?" Gavin asked.

John bounced his head vigorously and stretched his neck in the direction of the soda. Or was he pointing to the egg nog. It was likely difficult to tell.

"Oh, you want to fill your tummy," Gavin said, vowing to kill John if he ever revealed that he said that word. "Come on."

He walked the bunny over to the table and set him down on it.

Happy to be closer to the food, John had a special spring to his hop. With Jaina a kitten, this spread of snacks was better than he'd eaten in days.

The drinks were a problem, what with the cups and bottles and things he couldn't manage, but there was a fantastic open bowl so John headed for it, shoving his face in to drink with abandon.

"Wow," Gavin said, staring. "When is the last time you ate, little guy?"

Looking up at Gavin again, nog dripped off his whiskers and chin fur. He blinked a few times before burying his face in the nog again.

It tasted awesome. And he was thirsty.

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