Log; Let's name him Fiver - Ongoing

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

When; September 1st
Rating; PG to PG13 if Keats lets out a swear word
Characters; disregard_death and illuminedcraft and possibly coredivided
Summary; Keats got the girls a bunny with one ear. He's cute.


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Log;

Keats held out a carrot for the small rabbit. It sniffed at his hand first and then began to chew on the item. He smiled. "Yer a cute little fellow, ain'tcha?"

And they had yet to name him...

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[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin shakes her head. "No, never. But I had an...unusual childhood." She smiles and the bunny buries his face in her skirt. "He's delightful! But part of me wishes he would talk back." She holds Maybe Fiver up and looks into his eyes. "Everyone one has an interesting story to tell."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"He would probably say that he wished to be called Fiver-Rah. And that he wants carrots."

Keats couldn't help but snicker at her playing with the rabbit. "Did you get around to the other books I suggested?"

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin laughed. She felt a bit surprised to find herself doing that quite a bit lately.

She addressed the rabbit with a glance at Keats, "Well, OnYourWayToBeingFiver-Rah, let me get you a carrot. Or perhaps some lettuce. We have a bit that's going brown." She carried the rabbit into the kitchen area.

"The other books? I got around to one of them: The Phantom Tollbooth? I liked that one as well. It was an interesting way to teach, without being didactic."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats silently thanked the powers that be that he had an actual job. Lady Black Pearl was not exactly his biggest fan.

"I spent a great deal of time with that book for a paper." he mused with one leg propped up on the window and the other foot touching their scratched up floor.

"I still enjoyed Watership better. There was... well, despite all the death the story was rather uplifting."

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin wonders where Pearl or Black Pearl is.

She gives Keats a curious look. "Really?" She thinks Keats really likes that window and wonders why. It could not be he was looking for something, as he was being far too obvious for that.

She nods. "Yes, I agree. And, honestly, I think it's nice a book can have that kind of...reassuring tone when including death. It's a more realistic optimism, in my opinion."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"I agree." Keats responded. "The thing about Hazel and Fiver is that they never let each other go, even at the very end, Hazel-rah returned to them."

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin nods, thinking of her former coworkers, particularly Amon. "Their loyalty was rewarded. Fiver lived, even when he was trapped in the Honeycomb with the enemy rabbits. Hazel came back from the farm...twice. They went through so much misery, but it worked out in the end." She smiles with a distant look in her eyes.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"No good prize is unworthy of fight." Keats said, though if he was quoting or not, he didn't elaborate.

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin startles and looks up at Keats. "What?" She blinks and nods slowly. "You're right."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Just an observation." Keats explained. "Oh, I've located employment." He also added.

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Robin replied. She knits her brows slightly, curious. "What did you find?"

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Just investigations for some wealthy gentleman in town." He shrugged. There wasn't a need to get more in depth than that.

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin perked up instantly, almost jumping forward and startling Could-be-Fiver. "Investigations?"

She hesitated momentarily. "May I help? You do know I have a background in investigative work. Well, more tracking and...well, but I could be of service."

She bowed slightly in an unconcious and automatic way. "Please?"

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"It may be a little dangerous." Keats responded. He'd only had a meeting the day before. He hoped she didn't give him that puppy eyed look that girls her age had all mastered.

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin drew herself up solemnly but humbly. "I acheived an S-class ranking as a witch hunter before leaving my last employ. I've face possible death dozens of times and taken down foes over twice my age. I don't enjoy fighting, but I don't fold under crisis."

Robin paused, then continued in a lighter tone. "Besides, I feel listless lately. Some work like this would get me out of the more nebulous places in my head." She softened her expression into a pleading, puppy eyed look. "Please, Keats, let me help."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Damn the puppy eyes. Keats sighed and relented halfway "I will think about it."

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin bubbled up with glee inside. A smile spread over her face and she almost hopped for joy, but restrained herself at the last moment, realizing that would be a less than convincing demonstration of her maturity.

"All right then."