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West held his jar loosely by the lid with one hand, wiggling it a little before setting it next to Lizzy's. His bunnies were just as listless as hers, even after their brief shakeup. He hadn't ever considered that homework for sex ed would be easier than this, but if the stupid creatures they were supposed to be studying just sat there, it was going to turn out that way. They only really seemed animated when they were out of the...

"We could let 'em out?" He looked down at her and shrugged. "Seems t'be the only time they... ran around 'n stuff." West was moderately confident they could catch them all again with only minor casualties. "'Less we just tell Savage all they do is sit under beds, not scarin' anyone at all." Worst. Research. Ever.

"Maybe," West said, smirking a bit. Even if the bunnies just sat around once they were free, letting them out was the only thing he could think to do. He watched Lizzy open her jar and remove one of the animals. At first, it seemed they were forever doomed to fail this assignment. The bunny remained motionless, at least until it was poked. When it hopped over to peer inside his own jar, West gave it his full attention.

"Think they know each other?" he asked, half joking. He opened the lid of his jar and reached inside, lifting out the bunny that other bunny seemed so entranced by and placing it nearby.

Pat the Bunny might have been the dustiest bunny under the bed, but it was also the loneliest. It had never been one to make a spectacle of itself, and had lived a solitary life until the day it had emerged into Professor Savage's class and been captured by this horrible, smelly demon. Nothing to do now except stare at its feet and await death.

But wait! Out of the corner of its eye, Pat noticed movement outside the jar. Its own jarmates seemed just as dejected as Pat itself was, but this outside bunny was a breath of dusty air! It was rugged, strong and had an adventurous gleam in its beady little eyes.

Pat didn't even struggle as West lifted it from the jar. Its dusty heart went pitter pat at the sight of the other bunny, and it looked down at its feet, blinking in a way that it hoped was alluring.

Pat looked up as Dustin nose-nudged it. This was a dream come true! It was the greatest feeling in the world! So freeing! Pat was floating on a dusty cloud of infatuation. It raised its nubby little arms high when Dustin's dust wafted through the air, pirouetting daintily through the miniature dust storm. So pretty!

West's brows furrowed. These things definitely hadn't acted like this in class.

"Dancin'?" he muttered. "I... uh... think we'd better..." He reached for Pat, but the bunny hopped out of the boil's reach.

Pat's return glance could mean only one thing. I trust you. Its gaze shifted toward the door, then back to Dustin. 'Hurry. They suspect.' It hopped to the edge of the table and took a deep dust-bunny-breath-equivalent.

What in the... West grabbed at Pat again, but was thwarted a second time.

Pat looked at Dustin. It didn't need to be asked twice. It hopped after the other bunny, holding its forepaws up as it jumped, then scampered out the door. Pat's whole future opened up in front of it as it ran, sneaking sidelong glances at the beautiful dusty being that was... Dustin. Sigh.

"HEY!" West slammed the lid back onto his jar, but left it behind as he ran after Lizzy.

Pat looked over its shoulder. Oh no! That awful boil was plodding after them! What to do? What to do!

"There!" West said, pointing at the tail end of his bunny as it disappeared through another open door. Where did it think it was going?

The demoness was still ahead of him when she tripped, but West continued past her, glaring at the bunnies as they somehow managed to keep escaping. Maybe they were specially suited to riding the wind currents present in the halls of the demon dorms. Some deep, dark part of his brain tucked the speculation away for in-class discussion.

By the time he turned back around, the ghoul was already on her way to being upright again. Her jar rolled toward him, and West stuck out a foot to stop it. Even though he had kind of seen her fall, West only belatedly seemed to register that Lizzy was recovering from a faceplant.

"Yer fine, right?" he asked. She looked fine.

Pat kept hopping. They were almost there! Almost to the bed! To freedooooooooom!

With a nod of his own, West turned to give chase once more. It seemed the dust bunnies weren't about to give up. No, they were gallivanting through the halls like damned idiots and making him and Lizzy look like idiots as well. He rounded the corner at the end of this short stretch of hallway and called out to his bunny. It turned and looked up at him, dusty nose twitching.

"Listen 'ere y'piece o' crap. I'll let y'go if y'stop running." His promise made little sense, but West was more than confident that the dusty little menace would never understand what he was saying anyway.

It was true, Pat couldn't comprehend what the stupid demon was going on about, but his tone was clear enough. He was, well, not a very nice boil, and he clearly meant them harm. Pat's gaze strayed to the crack under the door nearest it. One barely perceptible rude paw gesture later, Pat had scrambled after its dusty love.

"What?!" West shouted. What had just...? How? He had been so busy paying attention to chasing and running and snarling that he kind of hadn't noticed where they were. "Those b*****d's're in my room!" He reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and had his door open in record time. His bed was visible down the short hallway right inside his door, and sure enough, West could see Pat lingering around its base.

He knew he probably shouldn't startle them, but if they didn't do something, the stupid bunnies were going to get away.

"Grab 'em!"

Pat squeaked in dismay as Lizzy's hand closed around its beautiful soul mate. Nooooooooooooooooooooo! It held up its paws toward Dustin. 'I'll never forget you!'

West slid to his knees and reached out for the remaining bunny, but Pat turned and dove under the bed a second too quickly. With a silent poof, it became indistinguishable from the rest of the dust under the boil's bed.

"Jackdammit!" West shouted, sending the dust swirling with the breeze created from his fists hitting the floor. He clenched his teeth, but reigned in any subsequent outbursts for Lizzy's benefit.

"That's it," he muttered. "We're done." He managed to stop himself from telling her to get out as well. It was likely a moment of shame for wrath demons everywhere. West turned and glared at Dustin. Stupid bunny.

[Even = caught
Odd = missed]