Chapter 8:
When the bunny and her entourage came into the base, I was way too surprised for my old ass.
"This way!" A woman in her late 20s ushered the parade to a sun room equipped for recovery. With dark skin and braids with a hint of neon green twisted in, this woman was beautiful. Her face fraught with worry made servents work faster.
They took the body bags into a sanitary room for inspection, and tried to take the beautiful, injured, woman from number 3. It was impossible, however, when the boss shook even harder. They have never seen boss like this. At this moment, one thing collectively passed through their minds: no wonder num.5 calls her bunny.
Num.3 stared at them with a death glare, so they did the only logical thing. Run. Num.5 rolled her eyes, and followed bunny.
Panda didn't know what to do, so she just stood at the door awkwardly. Whenever a servant invited her to sit, she would simply smile and shake her head.
Once bunny's woman was situated, one of her simps grabbed a chair while the other took me to the side.
"She will be OK right?"
"That woman lost a lot of blood an-"
"Ana-"
"Bunny." I grumbled out. Baby didn't like people calling her name, even if Armin was panicky. "And she may be. I've only seen her like this when you called me to check up on her." I sniffed out, annoyed this asshole cut my awnser off. She would be fine, she will.
Seeming to notice my irritation, the rude simp nodded. He seemed calm now. Good. No one needed an overgrown man child throwing a nervous tantrum. I mean, as the only rational one out of us, even more than Yi and Ti, if I wasn't worried, not one of these simps should be.
I got them out, allowing bunny to calm down around her woman. Are they together? Maybe, I honestly could care less as long as she treated my baby bunny nicely.
Maybe it could be good for her. I glanced back at bunny, only to see her pass out with her head leaning on the bed.
A faint, smile crossed my lips. Yeah, everything will be ok.