Claudia pushed open the garden gate, and she, Rosvisser, and Rebecca walked over to where Leon lay sprawled on the grass.

Rosvisser bent down, resting her hands on her knees, her silver hair cascading down as her delicate face came into Leon’s line of sight.

“Was the last time you had a nosebleed when I wore that bunny suit for you?”

“…That’s… let’s keep that between us, alright?” Leon stammered, glad that Rebecca and Claudia had already gone over to interact with A-Donkey, sparing them this little inside joke.

Rosvisser handed him a handkerchief. Leon accepted it, sat up, and …