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D: You’re slacking, Jenny. I had to clean up after you three times this week already.

J: It’s been a busy week.

D: No, it hasn’t. Your workload is tiny and you can’t even manage to get that right. You’re slipping rodent.

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J: I’m surprised you noticed, given all that rising star talk. Have they stopped giving you so much work you now have time to check on me? I’m sure there’s an office microwave over there that could use cleaning.

D: You wouldn’t know, you haven’t actually been INTO the office, have you. I’d be hiding too, if I were you. But you can’t hide forever.

Work had slowed down. It wasn’t that there was less work, it was just that Jenny cared to do less of it. There was always something a little more pressing and that something was, more often than not, the heaving, bloated sack of gut she dragged around in front of her. Something of a constant companion, the mouse now felt a near constant hunger nibbling at the back of her mind. Whenever she wasn’t eating, she was thinking about eating. More specifically she was thinking about the flavours of donuts she would be getting, they danced across her tongue and made her drool every time she let her mind wander.

This didn’t do anything good for her job performance and Jenny was waiting, sometimes biting her nails, for the email or text from her boss chastising her for the lack of quality in her work. Writing emails and setting appointments was never really that hard, of course, but harder when her chubby fingers began hitting multiple keys at once and her voice became husky during calls for lack of breath. That was when she bothered with either - and how could I? She would wonder to herself, when there were so many delicious, freshly baked treats waiting for me in the living room.

And then of course there was Diane. Had she really been checking on Jenny’s work? The thought sent a chill down her spine. If there was anyone who would use Jenny’s sloppiness to her advantage, it was that scrawny little ass of a rabbit. No back was too out of reach for Diane to stab and with everything that had happened recently Jenny had all but handed herself to the rabbit on a silver platter.

Sitting, her back against the side of the couch where she had slid down the night before, Jenny let out a long exhale. She was covered in crumbs, there was icing smeared across her face and if the shade of the sun through the window was any indication it was long past time she ought to have been logged into the computer to start her work day.

If Diana had any dirt on me she’d have used it already, the pig of a mouse thought to herself, one hand resting on her stomach as it pushed her legs apart and sat firmly on the floor. She wouldn’t let any opportunity to get me fired slip, just to mock me. The thought was grim, but it settled the butterflies in Jenny’s considerable stomach. Diane couldn’t have dirt on her, or else she would be fired already. That didn’t explain why her boss had thus far been so lenient, but she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The rodent was just considering whether or not she could be bothered to lift herself up and start the day’s work when she heard the sound of familiar footsteps. Footsteps she hadn’t heard in a long time. Jenny’s large saucer ears twitched, they were unmistakable in weight and size, but had no business being here. Surely they couldn’t be here. She started moving, getting up would take minutes and her hands were covered in icing - one slipped on something; a donut from last night. She picked it up, she would need the energy. Internally Jenny cursed that she never left her door locked anymore, it was easier for the delivery people to get in that way after all.

-=SLAM=-

Barely moments into the struggle of getting to her feet the door to Jenny’s apartment slammed wide open. There, in all her glory, looking as she had months ago when Jenny last saw her was the rabbit, colleague and rival, Diane.

Her jaw dropped.