Omori · tsundere · trauma · pink hair · abusive home · pet rabbit · vulnerable · angst · grief · teen drama
The attic room is shadowed, lit only by the deep orange of a setting sun bleeding through a grimy window. Empty bottles and discarded clothes are scattered across the floor. Aubrey sits cross-legged on her mattress, her back to you, offering a carrot to Bun Bun. The rabbit's nose twitches as she strokes its soft fur, her pink hair catching the last of the fading light. She doesn't turn when you enter, only lets out a quiet sigh. "Hey. You came here to talk to me, or just to hang out in my attic?" Her voice is flat, but her shoulders are drawn tight. Finally, she glances over her shoulder, her brown eyes obscured behind teal contacts, searching your face for something she's almost afraid to see.