You'd think he was green, the way he practically skidded into Professor Ambrose's office (tiny ball of orange fluff in hand). The door was closed behind him as he leaned on it, breathing hard.
"Good morning," he said with forced cheer, breaking his half formed "vow" but figuring it was in good cause.
The sojourn to Glitch's office that afternoon took a little longer today than it had in the past and it was very nice that Adah could say it had nothing to do with her own physical limitations. In fact, for once, Adah could honestly say that, for once, she was actually waiting on someone else. She had to stop, pause, leaning against a wall, to turn around and glance over her shoulder to make sure that the small rabbit was still hopping along behind her. She made small clicking sounds with her tongue (and would deny anything melodic about their pace and flow), wiggled her fingers to entice Bob to continue following her. She was a good rabbit, a smart one, and hopped along with a sort of self-sufficiency that Adah figured she probably wouldn't even need to do all her little goading techniques
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No more music. Oh, dear Ozma, no more music. He would be eternally and quietly grateful for the tunelessness of that knock.
As it was, Glitch was being quietly thankful and waving, mouth shut tight against any more songs that decided wanted to be sung today. No repeat performances here, no more swelling orchestras from absolutely nowhere, no more strange lyrics about being brainless. Honestly, he'd sung enough today already.
Quite confident in feeling that she knew precisely what that tight-lipped expression on Glitch's face was for, Adah smiled lightly, despite herself. She realized a bit that she was lucky. She was used to music in her head, and she was used to, when she talked, talking in the odd, jolting, sharp poetry, so it was a little less noticeable if she started to slip on her own urges for something made of a bit more grandeur. She was quite grateful, though, to find that Glitch was against the urge, and seemed to be working toward controlling it better than others. They didn't need any of that, really.
And then she felt Bob's soft fur against her ankle, and her smile grew a little more. "I brought some one who wanted to meet you," she said, nodding down toward the rabbit at her feet.
Glitch stood up, mouth still tightly closed as he peered at the bunny.
It took a second or two before he realized it was the wrong size and shade to be Andrew.
He smiled, raised his eyebrows curiously, and waited for any other explanation Adah would decide to give before risking opening his mouth to ask any questions.
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"Good morning," he said with forced cheer, breaking his half formed "vow" but figuring it was in good cause.
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His mouth was firmly shut, but his fingers were tapping out a little tune against his desk.
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No. No music. Please.
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Oh, dear Ozma, no music.
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As it was, Glitch was being quietly thankful and waving, mouth shut tight against any more songs that decided wanted to be sung today. No repeat performances here, no more swelling orchestras from absolutely nowhere, no more strange lyrics about being brainless. Honestly, he'd sung enough today already.
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And then she felt Bob's soft fur against her ankle, and her smile grew a little more. "I brought some one who wanted to meet you," she said, nodding down toward the rabbit at her feet.
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It took a second or two before he realized it was the wrong size and shade to be Andrew.
He smiled, raised his eyebrows curiously, and waited for any other explanation Adah would decide to give before risking opening his mouth to ask any questions.
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