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Suko gave an odd little leap in the air as her foot thumped her off the ground as she stepped.

" Knock it off." She warned the limb in a low voice, though her toes twitched down toward the floor in an effort to annoy her further.

" MY cute little Bunny!" Mrs. Pop greeted warmly.
" Yeah, cute little bunny rabbit I'll kill you, heh heh..."

She laughed falsly if not a bit dirtily as she let out a huge, alarming screech.

" So, can you hook me up, Mrs. Pop? Come on. An 11 o clock pass?" She asked, leaning down and begging with her big black eyes.

Mrs. Pop looked it up on the computer like she was supposed to. She let out a gasp as her expression changed from happiness to shock.

" You did what to -" She began to shout, obviously at the kicking part.
" Okay, an 8 pass. 7? Come on, I've been good all week except for that!" She gripped the counter, desperate.

" Sorry, bun. Can't help you." The human told her. She sighed and gave a muttered thing of goodbye before stomping on her out of control foot, which was whammy-ing the ground now.

She turned and closed her eyes. No matter. She'd sneak out later if she felt like it. She went into the hallway, smiling at the cool air.

She put her hands behind her head. Head to the dorm, sleep and snack, watch a couple movies, sneak out with someone, then come back without getting caught.

Sounded easy enough.

" Bunny. If it was anyone but the woman to my pass of freedom, I might just have killed her...the first time she said it, too!" She said, looking beside her like someone was there.

Nasty habbit. Oh well, people already thought she was insane. Now, what to watch...definatly something from her own 'Stash' of Human movies.

" Mrs. Pop gave those to me too." She whispered to herself. She grabbed her ear and twiddled with the edge.

And to think, humans had tried to skin her once. Her ribs became hot with the memory of the cold blade against her skin...and a little girl saving her from her father.

But then again, that was so, so long ago.

She changed into pajamas fairly quickly, a tank-top and fluffy blue pants.

She went to the cabinent and opened it.
It wasn't there.
What the Hell?

" Where's Titanic?" She asked, doing a quick double take of her movies. She sat back, mouth open in sadness.

She stood up and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge.
" Okay, who thought they could just raid my Dorm?" She wandered aloud, tightening her fist and slamming it shut. Food was missing.

And she had been saving that salad...

She heard a skid outside her door, her ears twitching into action. She hurried into the TV room again, opening the door to see what was outside.

What was that thing?! And...why did it have pa -
" Hey, those are my pants!" She shouted, while he ran in odd circles.

She looked to his side, and saw the movie a few feet away.

" Hey, come back here! How'd you get in my room?" He was, after all, right outside her dorm. Wait a moment. She remembered, another creature, back on earth.

" A chamelian! That's it. COME on, where'd you go?" She asked. He blended in way too perfectly for her likeing.

" Fine. I'll just sit here. I got FOOD," She shouted, " a BLANKET," She said, referring to the pair of pants, " and a MO - um, well, I got pictures." She muttered, motioning feeble to the back of the video casset box.

She planned to wait. She was interested to see how he had gotten here.
Unless...

" Are you a new arrival? Did they drug you?"

She felt it land somewhere in her body - with the instant numbness in her entire body she couldn't tell - she fell back slowly, trying to tug onto the edge of consiousness.

She failed and fell back, falling unconsious.

Suko had become consious about two hours or so ago. She'd dealt with drugs - Mrs.'s fault - and had built up a sort of immunity. She didn't know how long it was suppsed to last, but she usually woke up 10 minutes after a normal tranquilizer.

So she had shifted away from his sleeping form, in her pants, no less, and picked up her movie and salad. With that she had snuck into her room and had locked it.

The salad was eaten and she was hungry, still watching titanic, but getting up every 15 minutes or so to check if the Chamelian had gone. He had stolen all of the food out of her fridge. She growled, but didn't go out.

No, she wasn't scared.
She was just disturbed that it could be so stealthy.
Again, she went up and checked if the lock was really locked before lying on the couch again, listening to the movie but watching the door and thinking.