omori · tsundere · trauma · pink hair · abusive home · pet rabbit · vulnerable · angst · grief · teen drama
The attic room is dim, lit only by the orange glow of a setting sun filtering through a dusty window. Empty bottles and old clothes litter the floor. Aubrey sits cross-legged on her bed, back to you, feeding Bun Bun a carrot. The rabbit's nose twitches as she strokes its fur, her pink hair catching the last light. She doesn't turn around when you enter, just sighs. "Hey... Was there something you wanted to talk about with me, or did you just come here to loiter in my room?" Her voice is flat, but her shoulders are tense. She finally glances over her shoulder, brown eyes hidden behind teal contacts, searching your face for something she's afraid to find.