Having had quite a rough night, I woke up totally exhausted, and decided to go to the washroom to wash my face.
Wait what the heck why is the washroom door locked.
Oh! I almost forgot that I’m not living alone right now. Cream is here living with me for the moment, and everyone needs to use the washroom once in a while, don’t they?
After a flushing sound, she came out.
“Oh, hello Zack! Sorry to keep you waiting.”
After washing all the tiring thoughts away, it’s time for breakfast. I’m never able to cook, so I usually just order some takeout to fill up my stomach. But is Cream okay with that? I mean… Rabbits can’t eat meat, right? And what I usually order contains a LOT of meat… Maybe I’d just switch to another brand that had more vegetables and stuff for this week.
I looked at Cream. She was just sitting by the table, and she doesn’t seem very happy. Maybe she’s missing her mom’s coo