Rosemary is the one to answer, her hair a little more wild for the early hour, “You know, I think the better question is if he even went to bed last night. He’s been keeping himself very busy since he quit at the warehouse.” It hasn’t even been a week since his resignation. Shaking her head a little, Agatha smiles warmly and motions with the hand not holding her coffee, “Go on up, he’ll be happy to see you.”
Once Sadie has climbed the stairs, she will see that his door is halfway open. In that space sits a young rabbit, and as soon as Bunsen spots Sadie, he hops into a run right towards her only to do a kick turn and race excitedly back into the bedroom. The rabbit waits barely a foot inside, raising up on his hind-legs as soon as she enters to get attention.
Benjiro has noticed the excitement from Bunsen, headphones already half off as he watches Sadie enter. He didn’t expect the visit, but that doesn’t dampen his smile as he greets her in the least, “Good morning, Sadie.” A couple taps at his mouse to save his progress, and Benjiro stands from the stool that now resides behind his desk to walk around and meet her. He is wearing what serves as his pajamas in cloth pants and a t-shirt, but the way his hair has been swept back too many times is telling.
“...should I be getting dressed for something?” he wonders aloud, a touch concerned he has forgotten a planned date.
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Once Sadie has climbed the stairs, she will see that his door is halfway open. In that space sits a young rabbit, and as soon as Bunsen spots Sadie, he hops into a run right towards her only to do a kick turn and race excitedly back into the bedroom. The rabbit waits barely a foot inside, raising up on his hind-legs as soon as she enters to get attention.
Benjiro has noticed the excitement from Bunsen, headphones already half off as he watches Sadie enter. He didn’t expect the visit, but that doesn’t dampen his smile as he greets her in the least, “Good morning, Sadie.” A couple taps at his mouse to save his progress, and Benjiro stands from the stool that now resides behind his desk to walk around and meet her. He is wearing what serves as his pajamas in cloth pants and a t-shirt, but the way his hair has been swept back too many times is telling.
“...should I be getting dressed for something?” he wonders aloud, a touch concerned he has forgotten a planned date.