Fitz sneezed, whiskers twitching, as the morning sun pried its way through his blankets and reached his eyes. Ears low, the teen rabbit let out a yawn as he wriggled his fingers and toes. Grabbing a set of clothes, he padded out to the hallway to check if the bathroom was free.
It wasn't. A quick, slightly hostile negotiation through the closed door ended with Edward promising he'd be out in ten minutes. Since Nathan, Fitz's other older brother was probably in the other bathroom and was a lot fussier about grooming, this would be the shorter wait. Fitz sighed as he leaned against the wall in his boxers, arms loaded with toiletries (with so many kids, they stored personal soaps in their rooms to save bathroom space).
"Quit it!" Clover yelled in her high-pitched toddler whine as she ran through the hall, chased by Mopsy who was charging after her with a war cry and brandishing - was that an actual frying pan?
Fitz deftly plucked the weapon from his sister's grip as she ran past, only for her to trip over his feet and crash to the ground. His younger sister Clover snickered, made a face, and retreated into another room with a loudly slammed door.
"Owwww," Mopsy whined as she picked herself up. "Why'd you trip me you big meany?"
Fortunately, the bathroom door opened at that moment and Ed stepped out. Wasting no time, Fitz bounced forward - Ed gave him a strange, surprised look - and shut himself in with a click. He rolled his eyes as he listened to Mopsy complain about him 'sticking his feet out and tripping her'.
'Rediculous', he thought as he quickly got cleaned up. He'd been all the way back against the wall, and it wasn't his fault if she was going to run around the house with large metal objects. Still, he supposed his feet did stick out a bit...
Pete's old pants fit pretty well, he thought as he brushed his slightly buck teeth. They'd only needed one roll, and not much of one either; it'd probably pass as thicker cuffs and there'd definitely be some underclassmen with rolled-up hand-me-downs anyway. Surprisingly the shirt had only needed one roll at the sleeves as well - it had looked longer than that yesterday - and the hem tucked into his pants cleanly without too much bunching. He actually looked pretty good.
Cheered by that, Fitz quickly finished up in the bathroom and hustled to the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
Fitz frowned a bit though as he tugged on his new shoes; one of his little siblings must have fiddled with them. He needed to pull the laces open and retie them; they'd been pulled too tight. They also didn't seem like they were too long on him after all; good thing, he'd hate to trip and embarrass himself on his fist day back!
Dressed and ready for the day, Fitz followed his twin older brothers to their car for a ride to school. As they took off - Nate driving - Edward turned back and quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.
"So Fitz, exactly how long have you been taller than us anyway?"