Mr. Kitty sets Mr. Rabbit on one of the small pink chairs. Mr. Kitty sits next to the rabbit.
It hesitates for a moment before it starts to crawl towards him.
It would nod again. It doesn't seem to have any facial features. It's likely that it's not able to speak.
"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
Mr. Kitty nods. He turns to Mr. Rabbit and pats his head. He seems a bit less scared.
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Rose smiles widely. He scoots to the table, folding his hands in his lap.
❝ Thank you for joining me. ❞
❝ Pink is really lovely. ❞
He gestures to the table.
❝ Would you and the rabbit like to join me for tea? ❞
❝ There you go... ❞
He smiles warmly, scooting back just a bit.
❝ Is pink your favorite color? ❞
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❝ It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ❞
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
❝ Here. Is this yours? ❞
Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
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Rose tilts the teapot toward each cup, as well as his own.
❝ Do you take sugar, sweetheart? ❞
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It hesitates for a moment before it starts to crawl towards him.
It would nod again. It doesn't seem to have any facial features. It's likely that it's not able to speak.
"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
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Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
Mr. Kitty sets Mr. Rabbit on one of the small pink chairs. Mr. Kitty sits next to the rabbit.
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❝ Pink is really lovely. ❞
He gestures to the table.
❝ Would you and the rabbit like to join me for tea? ❞
❝ There you go... ❞
He smiles warmly, scooting back just a bit.
❝ Is pink your favorite color? ❞
❝ It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ❞
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
❝ Here. Is this yours? ❞
Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
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... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
❝ Here you are, love, ❞ he murmurs softly.
Rose smiles widely. He scoots to the table, folding his hands in his lap.
❝ Thank you for joining me. ❞
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It would nod again. It doesn't seem to have any facial features. It's likely that it's not able to speak.
"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
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He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
He sees what looks like a child's bedroom. There's a table with a bunch of stuffed animals sitting around it on some small pink chairs. A teapot and teacups were set out on the table. A stuffed rabbit and his chair had somehow been knocked over.
It hesitates for a moment before it starts to crawl towards him.
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❝ There you go... ❞
He smiles warmly, scooting back just a bit.
❝ Is pink your favorite color? ❞
❝ It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ❞
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
❝ Here. Is this yours? ❞
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Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
❝ Here you are, love, ❞ he murmurs softly.
So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
❝ Pink is really lovely. ❞
He gestures to the table.
❝ Would you and the rabbit like to join me for tea? ❞
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"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
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He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
He sees what looks like a child's bedroom. There's a table with a bunch of stuffed animals sitting around it on some small pink chairs. A teapot and teacups were set out on the table. A stuffed rabbit and his chair had somehow been knocked over.
It would nod again. It doesn't seem to have any facial features. It's likely that it's not able to speak.
He would hear a noise coming from a room nearby.
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❝ It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ❞
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
❝ Here. Is this yours? ❞
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Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
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❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
❝ Here you are, love, ❞ he murmurs softly.
So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
❝ There you go... ❞
He smiles warmly, scooting back just a bit.
❝ Is pink your favorite color? ❞
It's all... his favorite color. He glances around, walking around and exploring wherever he can.
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It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
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He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
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Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
He sees what looks like a child's bedroom. There's a table with a bunch of stuffed animals sitting around it on some small pink chairs. A teapot and teacups were set out on the table. A stuffed rabbit and his chair had somehow been knocked over.
He would hear a noise coming from a room nearby.
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"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
It was a very light pink. It felt oddly welcoming.
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Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
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... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
❝ Here you are, love, ❞ he murmurs softly.
So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
It's all... his favorite color. He glances around, walking around and exploring wherever he can.
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❝ It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ❞
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
❝ Here. Is this yours? ❞
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❝ ... ❞
He slips out of the bed, peering into the hallway.
He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
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Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
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He sees what looks like a child's bedroom. There's a table with a bunch of stuffed animals sitting around it on some small pink chairs. A teapot and teacups were set out on the table. A stuffed rabbit and his chair had somehow been knocked over.
He would hear a noise coming from a room nearby.
It was a very light pink. It felt oddly welcoming.
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
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Surrounding them was nothing but pink walls. A very very long hallway that led to a single white door.
❝ -! ❞
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
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... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
❝ Here you are, love, ❞ he murmurs softly.
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So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
It's all... his favorite color. He glances around, walking around and exploring wherever he can.
❝ ... ❞
He slips out of the bed, peering into the hallway.
Oh, this poor thing...
❝ Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ❞
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
❝ ... is this your house? ❞
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❝ ... w... where... am I...? ❞
Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
