ye olde august catch-all

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WHO: ochako and co.
WHERE: we out here!! ...in chroma
WHEN: the month of august
WHAT: flower crowns! feelings! cute shit!
WARNINGS: i got nothin'


Starters are below! Come chat with me over at tuchanka if you want to do something with Ochako. 😊

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[pursestrings]

[Oh cool, another punishment, great.... no idea what anyone did this time besides, you know, not get caught, but Okuyasu does not have the mental energy right now to spend even a single iota of time dwelling on that. He shrugs and turns to follow her easily enough. He's already thinking about the sick nap he is inevitably going to take while Ochako reunites with her shampoo...

Annnd now they're moving fast, hmm, if only he were well enough to truly appreciate how ridiculous that bunny's name is when shouted dramatically—]

Uh— [uh???? look he's been, ill,] He's probably okay-?

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[She's never had a pet before, okay! Busta is a Big Deal, and all she can think of as she zips up to her room is how hungry and lonely her poor bunny must be. She knows—just knows—that she's going to throw open her door and find him, like, conked out beside his bone dry water bowl...

Except when she actually does throw open her door, she's greeted by the sight of a fat and happy Busta sprawled out on the floor... before he swiftly scurries under her bed. And his food bowl is full? And his water bowl is full, too? Ah.]

He's fine! [Sweet relief!! Followed by uncertainty, which is why she leaves Okuyasu to crouch down beside Busta's hiding spot.] He's just... scared, I think.

[Duh, Ochako. She stays there a second longer, just to be sure, before slowly standing back up with a sigh.]

Maybe he'll come back out soon? Please keep an eye out for him while I'm gone.

[And after grabbing some fresh clothes and giving him a quick pat on the arm, she is goooooooooone to find both her precious shampoo and a gallon of antiseptic. How do baths work in Chroma, anyway? It's probably a very involved Process, so have fun bonding with Busta for an hour or so, I guess. She will quietly sneak back in when she's finally squeaky clean, hoping to see her favorite bun out and about. Is Oku sleepin'...]

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[Oh. Well, good, someone responsible has taken care of this little guy. Thankfully all that's needed to take care of Stray Cat is to leave a window open so the bugs can zip past and get promptly eaten by nature's mistake, or Okuyasu would be a terrible pet owner. He still kind of is. Never mind.]

Yeah, sure...

[He's already moving to settle down on the floor and just, like, stare under the bed at the white blob that is Busta. One of these days he'll be in her room and sit on a chair, but today is not that day.

So of course he's very near sleep when she comes back in, but more importantly is Busta, who has finally emerged from under the bed and climbed halfway onto Okuyasu's chest before falling asleep properly. He's bunny pinned. He'll never get out of here, he's been staring at the ceiling for ten minutes and it feels like an hour.]

I'm stuck.

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[Ochako fought sirens and ate who knows what on Hell Island, but this is what finally kills her. She slowly walks over and keels— I mean, kneels beside Okuyasu, reaching out to give Busta an affectionate scratch behind his ears. He's fine with it! He doesn't even twitch, because honestly, there are very few things that would send him skittering away from this extra comfy sleeping spot.]

You really are! I don't think he's going to let you up anytime soon.

[And she's not about to pick that bun up, either. This moment is too cute to ruin! She does, however, lean over to press her hand to his forehead once more, just in case anything has changed in the hour or so she's been gone. At least she smells like soap now. Soap and strawberries, because Dave is a real pal.]

But that's not a bad thing, right? You need to rest.

[She does, too, but shh. It's fine. She's fine.]

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[No... take the bun!! He'll starve here. It's actually been helpful in forcing him to hold still while the dredges of his mysterious illness continue to fade, since being dizzy every thirty seconds is annoying, but now he's just well enough to be bored and bothered by how bored he is.

So, the usual. He gives Ochako a look.]

Nah, you're the one who's gotta go to sleep this time. Get this little dude in a bunny bag or something and come home with me.

[For once, he elects to not sleep on her floor. Come on, let's go!!]

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I feel way more awake than I did. If you really want to go home, though...

[She pulls her hand away from his forehead, hesitating a moment before very reluctantly leaning over to pick up that sleeping bunny. He's so content! Plus she isn't exactly eager to walk halfway across town at this point in time, but... arguing takes effort, and there's, like, zero food in her kitchen, so—]

Fine! But you're carrying him.

[Because the bunny bag is a bunny basket, which she will pass off to him the second they head out the door. Time to nap! Or cook dinner and then nap? She's weighing her options.]

[pursestrings]

[A bunny basket... the things he does for this relationship. That's the Okuyasu-bunny relationship by the way, since he embarrasses himself for Ochako in plenty of other ways without too much complaining. To wit: he makes no less than six faces about having to carry the bunny basket over his arm, and tries to hold it in like three different ways so it doesn't look like he's taking a bunny on a picnic, but it's too late.

He's taking this bunny on a picnic. To his own floor, where Stray Cat will probably hiss at Busta the whole time, but Stray Cat will get turned around to face a wall if it's badly behaved... Off to Okuyasu's humble green abode they go!!]

I got food. [Like, duh, but she can just take whatever.]

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[All those silly expressions earn him are a few good-natured grins, because honestly, Ochako sees zero (0) things wrong with carrying a cute bunny in a cute basket. Busta likes to travel in style, okay? Let the bun live his best life!!

Plus it's not like the bunny basket has to be carried long at all! They're in Okuyasu's room soon enough, and she leaves the Busta-situating to him as she heads over to attempt to comfort Stray Cat. Cooing, scratching, promises of fat bugs—she's busy laying it on thick, but the mention of food causes her to look back around.]

Like, stuff to cook with? [Or canned stuff, she almost asks, but you know what? Whatever! She's just going to sigh contentedly as she gives Stray Cat one last pat.] I missed real food! We only had fish... except for that one time we killed the weird thing that was trying to eat someone, but even Caramia couldn't figure out how to make it taste okay. I think I only ate one bite...

[Wasted food! #Sad. And no, she doesn't sound the least bit sad about that creature's death; she just sounds... tired. People-eating sirens? Fuck that.]