It hesitates for a moment before it starts to crawl towards him.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā Pink is really lovely. ā
He gestures to the table.
ā Would you and the rabbit like to join me for tea? ā
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
It would nod again. It doesn't seem to have any facial features. It's likely that it's not able to speak.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā There you go... ā
He smiles warmly, scooting back just a bit.
ā Is pink your favorite color? ā
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
"..."
It would slowly reach out and grab the rabbit. It would hold it close to its chest.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā It's lovely here. Pink is my favorite color. ā
He glances back at the rabbit, taking pause. He shuffles over to it, picking it up and offering it to the figure.
ā Here. Is this yours? ā
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
Oh, this poor thing...
ā Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ā
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
ā ... is this your house? ā
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
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.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā -! ā
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
... 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.'
ā Here you are, love, ā he murmurs softly.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
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.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
He would hear a noise coming from a room nearby.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
It's all... his favorite color. He glances around, walking around and exploring wherever he can.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
It was a very light pink. It felt oddly welcoming.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā ... ā
He slips out of the bed, peering into the hallway.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
Surrounding them was nothing but pink walls. A very very long hallway that led to a single white door.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ć @snugglefiend.bsky.social ć
ā ... w... where... am I...? ā
