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The Park, Wednesday (before sunset)

So there were snow giraffes falling from the sky. John looked up at the clouds, "Right, because this is normal." As he walked through the park, he really didn't think he'd ever get over the sight.

And then one got stuck in his hair. John tried to shake it out, but the giraffe had been impaled by a spike and was slowly melting to death in what sounded like quiet agony.

John wasn't very fond of this week.

[he's just walking through the park, feel free to marvel with him at the snow giraffes!]

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"There's a giraffe in your hair," Sokka chuckled, as he walked up to John, holding something behind his back. "That's really a disturbing sight."

He grinned. "It looks lonely," he said, as he tossed the half-melted giraffe he was holding right at John's face.

Taken by surprise, John was hit in the face with a melty snow giraffe. "The hell! Did you just throw a giraffe at me?"

He didn't know if that counted as starting a snowball...giraffeball fight or not.

"Who, me?" Sokka asked. "No, no I didn't. Who would do such a thing?"

Of course, he was bending over to scoop up a few more.

John looked at the creatures writhing on the ground as their legs melted out from under them. "It doesn't bother you that they're moving?"

Sokka looked down at the wriggling little animals melting in his hands. "Oh, don't DO that. I've gotten through the whole day chock full of cognitive dissonance, and you had to go and ruin it for me!"

He grimaced and tossed the giraffes at John.

"I wasn't trying to make it bother you," John replied, bending down and chucking a few toward Sokka. "I was just checking to see if you were taking morality into account."

Sokka ducked the first giraffe but got hit by the next few. "Uh... Yeah. I was trying not to. Because these things? Are disturbing."

"They're creepy," John nodded. "And I wish they'd stop landing in my hair already!" He paused to brush another couple of melting beasts out of his now rather wet hair.

"I don't know," Sokka replied with a shrug. "I'm not having any trouble with that."

He caught a couple more giraffes as they bounced off his head and leapt forward, trying to smash them in John's hair.

John dodged to the side, trying to get out of Sokka's range, but he really hadn't been expecting that and failed miserably.

"No using my hair to kill giraffes!"

"But it's so GOOD at it!"

Adam had wanted some fresh air and was out for a walk. He was surprised to see that it was snowing.

Giraffes. It was snowing giraffes. "What the heck?" Spotting John, he noted the giraffe stuck in his hair and just shook his head. "Okay, I know Fandom is a magnet for weird stuff but this? Is just too odd."

Seriously. Sight of the giraffe melting? Was slightly unnerving.

"This is so not what I expected when I came out here," John replied.

"Yeah, me either," Adam admitted, shaking his head. He was still boggling at the snow giraffes.

Now, he'd seen everything.

Melody had been lying on a bench, watching the weetiny giraffes fall from the sky and trying to catch them in her hands.

They melted, but that did not dissuade her from her quest. She giggled as one landed on her nose. "Ooh! Tickly melting giraffe!"

He needed some air, since he'd spent the day mostly working on his exercises. But flying was... definitely out of the question.

As such, bunny strapped to his chest (asleep), he made his way through the park with the cloak Karal had given him over his shoulders to ward off the, er, giraffes.

"That really is rather disturbing," he said absently as one of then screeched itself into a puddle.

John swatted at his hair as another one landed on his head. "It's kinda creepy," he agreed. "There's weird and then there's giraffes dying on top of my head."

"I think the talking footwear was a little worse," he admitted. "After all, I was barefoot all day. This, at least, you can avoid mostly."

He smiled at John.

"How was Mexico? I'm sorry we couldn't come. Andrew is somewhat... indisposed, after all."

"Mexico was very lacking in the weird," John replied. He tilted his head at Liir, "What's up with Andrew?"

He pointed to the little lump in the pocket that's been stitched into the strap of his bag, right next to his heart.

"He's been turned into a bunny for almost a week now. I've been taking care of him since I found him in his room like this."

Beat.

"I promise I didn't do it. I've been assured it just sort of happens around here."

"A bunny?" John laughed, thoroughly amused how things repeated themselves. "I bet he's having a good time. People love petting bunnies."

"I know I've been petting him almost nonstop," he admitted with a faint smile. "Though mostly since I'm worried about him thinking I mind watching him, which I don't. I do miss him, though. Hopefully he'll change back soon."

He felt a few giraffes tumble down his back and tried to ignore them melting. It wasn't anything he wanted to consider closely.

"He's also been getting carrots and cilantro and all sorts of other good things."

"I can always take him off your hands for a while," John offered. "He did something similar for me once and I kind of owe him one."

He shook his head.

"Thank you for the offer, but it's fine. I'm happy to take care of him and I'm familiar enough with caring for animals that it's nothing I'm troubled by. Though... if you'd like to spend time with him, that's a different matter and you've been his friend longer than I've been with him. So if you'd like him for a bit, you can."

Though it was obvious that he didn't really want to give Andrew up. He was, in fact, being selfish.

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