to set the record straight : it's only after rue has been deposited into adeline's more than capable hands that bunny finds herself back up on the top floor of the resort, her skin still warmed from the sun and her lips twisted into a pout that only the kang's could elicit in paradise. at a week and a half into the trip, the path to his room is engrained just as deeply in her mind as the path to her own, the tread of her sandals all but burned into the luxurious carpeting beneath her feet, so it only stands to reason that she reaches the door long before she's even noticed. somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice ( cruz's, ironically enough ) begs her to assign a word to that kind of familiarity, one to encompass all that there is and all that he knows damn well she feels, but at a time like this, one where cruz is sure to have fucked up just one more time, bunny takes the out awarded to her by jinhwan's text, a gentle shaking of her head knocking the voice and its prodding out in one fell swoop.
with her tongue passing over glossed lips and her stomach swooping on pure instinct alone, she lifts one manicured hand up, honoring kento's privacy with one, two, three raps of her knuckles against the heavy wood of the door before she's tapping the keycard she'd swiped from between his fingers night one against the lock and stepping in. “ hope you're not sleeping, ” she calls from the hall, taking care to slip the keycard back into it's rightful spot in her back pocket before she ventures in any further. “ daddy j rang the alarm bell. gotta keep rue busy while he cleans up whatever mess your boy toy made this time. ”