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[ The video starts black. Light cuts through in sharp lines, edging in around blades of grass. No, make that fur.

Fur that gains color into browns as it shifts away from blocking the camera's eye. The rabbit hops away down the table, disappearing for a minute. Two. When it comes back in view, it appears to be wearing tiny, lens-free glasses perched precariously on its twitching nose.

The rabbit sits back on its hind legs, ears swiveling forward and paws tucking close to its chest. When it glances toward the camera, it's almost like the rabbit winks. But it couldn't have.

Could it? ]

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( Luck be with Franziska, but there is one very oversized for Collette sweater hanging off a chair in the kitchen. Isaac's things left behind after he was out this morning, conveniently around for repurposing by Franziska, should she so choose.

Collette catches the pillow, startled and half-laughing -- it's not so much amusement as an almost nervous response. It's only that Franziska isn't marching for the door that calms her own stomach after a panicked moment wondering if she'd accidentally gone too far. )

Watcha looking for?

( She offers at last, leaning back against the couch for support. Trying to look more casual and nonchalant than she genuinely feels. )

[ She finds the sweater and brings it back to the living room. She refuses to look at Collette as she hands her the sweater, but it wasn't out of modesty. They were both girls after all.

No, it was because she still can't get that transformation sequence out of her head. ]

Is wearing a minimal amount of clothing a requirement for transforming or is it just you?

( As she takes the sweater, Collette is startled into laughter. Truly startled into it -- that question was one she expects and yet doesn't at the same time. )

Do you think I'd be demorphing in front of people like this for fun? I like you, Franziska, but to be honest, I like boys a lot more when we're talking like like.

( She tosses out the tease with a soft smile and a slight blush, remembering again how ridiculous this looks to anyone from the outside. )

My morph suit's out of commission right now, but it's just as, uh... well, we haven't figured out how to morph things that aren't skin-tight yet. They just... don't morph with us.

( Said as she's pulling the sweater on, catching a faint scent of Isaac along with it. )

[ How did this conversation go from morphing to boys? She frowns. Teenagers and their hormones. ]

So when you were shooting this video... you were hopping around in nothing but your skivvies?

[ Inappropriate. ]

Edited 2013-01-02 10:22 (UTC)

Don't be silly. Bunnies don't have skivvies! They've got fur.

You're not a bunny. You're a human girl. And while some girls might be hairier than others, we do not have fur.

( Collette laughs again -- more giggles until it turns into something closer to a guffaw. )

Hahaha, yeah, you're right about that! I'm not one of the hairless ones, either.

( So to speak. Her legs are -- well. Like it matters! )

I'm not hiding around wearing my underwear. When I'm a rabbit, I'm a rabbit. It's not playing at being something else. I actually am something else!

I don't see what's so funny with what I just said. [ It actually sounds like her feelings got hurt. It's mostly her pride though. ]

What a foolish philosophy. You can't be anything or anyone other than who you are.

Edited 2013-01-07 17:33 (UTC)

( Not sorry, Franziska. Not sorry at all. )

You're whoever you want yourself to be! As long as you're you, you're defining you. But seriously, when I'm a rabbit, I really am one. Rabbits don't wear clothes. They'd look like one of those Beatrix Potter books if they did!

[ Doubly insulted. ]

You can't be whoever you want to be. If that were true, every man would be innocent and we'd be living in a state of anarchy.

I don't think that makes any sense at all, Franziska.

... You'll understand when you're older.

I don't think getting older is going to make those two things be any more similar to each other!

[ Franziska reacts like a mature adult would... by throwing another pillow at Collette. ]

( Collette catches it -- partly with her face. She's laughing again, feeling definitively like she's won. )

Real mature, Franziska! Haha, I like you better this way.

( Lobbing that pillow right back FOR REASONS! )

[ She smiles proudly, because yes, she is really mature and she's glad Collette acknowledges that. ]

And I prefer dogs over rabbits.

[ catching that pillow ]

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