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The breakfast beneath the covered metal tray set on the bedside table doesn’t look like anything spectacular. She will never fully understand ‘small and decorative’. If food is meant to be enjoyed and loved, why would anyone spend their time making portions small and pretty?

It’s a large portion of stuffed french toast, made with the leftover raspberries from last night and enough nutella to make even her feel like she’s overdoing it a bit. But it’s warm and decadently sweet and smells like home.

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“Let’s just do it. You’re broke and I’m bored. We’ll be in and out before anyone catches on.”

Lies, all lies. Why did she ever let Gianna convince her to do anything? Sneak into some punk rock riot grrl-esque band, come on. It’ll be fun. No one will get caught.

Fast forward to Claudia making a concentrated effort to sink into the floor as security attempted to strong arm them.

She’s quiet and apathetic until mentions of pressing trespassing charges come up. Then she’s ripping the hood of her dark blue sweatshirt down, eyes wide as she shakes her head. Then it’s all coming out in an embarrassing, groveling rush. Her family cannot have another mishap, not after....not this soon. No.

Hunger.

It’s all she’s felt for the past couple of hours. All she can think about. All she really is. Famished.

Her succubus is not happy. No mark, no other energy meals to replace it. Her eyes aren’t glowing anymore; instead, they’ve faded to a lavender. 

The puff of smoke and the familiar scent of leather and cocoa draws a growl from her chest. 

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It just had to be an explosion.

In their own defense, when the explosion kicked in and the first aftershocks followed, Bunny did their best to push themselves to run away from the danger. But the shattering glass and the mass panic of people and the ear deafening alarms...

It was all too much for Bunny before they shut down. Fear backing themself into a corner until they sank down to the ground and covered their ears in attempt to make the noises stop. The blaring sirens taking them back to being six years old again on the street pavement, unable to do anything but sit lost and terrified until something happens.

And something does happen.

They hear a voice through their covered ears and the ruckus, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Having never heard the voice in such a gentle and sincere way before.

“Well, hunny.” They’re set on calling her by that name if she continues with the ‘cutie’ and what not. “It doesn’t have to be if you come along as I acquire these things.”