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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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"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.

"Aww, that's the cutest thing I've ever seen!" Gavin enthused, smiling. "You've got the eggnog all over your face!"

John paused again, feeling a little woozy. Maybe he needed to breathe more.

Seeing Gavin still there and making noises or something, he tried to hop towards him. Sadly, it was more like staggering and falling over on his big, fluffy rear. That was some good egg nog.

Gavin started laughing.

Loudly.

"Is that eggnog spiked? Or do you just have no tolerance?"

One? The other? Both? John didn't know. He was busy trying to get up and finding he was better at just rolling from side to side on his back, furry paws in the air.

Gavin knelt down and, without preamble, rubbed his belly.

Belly rubs were actually sort of awesome. Especially with a belly full of nog. The tips of his ears dripped egg nog on the table while his paws rubbed at his sticky face.

"You're so cute," Gavin said, grinning and laughing. "And a mess. Want to get cleaned up?"

He was very sticky. And it wasn't like the kitten stalking bugs in the corner was going to unstick him anytime soon, so the bunny was not going to complain about being cleaned.

Generally, when he approved of things, he just didn't fight about it or glare. So he was still rolling on his back and trying to lick his paws clean.

"Let me get some water," Gavin said, reaching for a bottle of water and pouring some in his hand.

And then, having no knowledge of how to clean a bunny, he sort of started flicking it at John.

Flicking was not on. John jerked his bunny body to roll onto his feet again and rubbed his paws over his face rapidly, trying to deflect the horrid feel of water droplets.

"Dude, water is how you get clean," Gavin said. "Stop covering your face!"

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