
You feel the need to rest your weary legs and decide to pull up a stool that doesn't look like it's about to fall apart. You look across the room and see a room that has a couple of bunk beds. You see to the left an inset in the wall with some metal grates; brooms, mops, and shovels hang about it. You see some clothing lying about and decide you two would look much warmer in them.
You suggest the idea to the bunny who looks at it slightly grossed out but doesn't voice his opinion. Having pants and some clothes would definitely help not having to pull his shirt down. You toss over some pants and he shuffles aside to put them on. You undress your overall and examine your nulled crotch. You catch him staring but you don't mind. Part of you wants to grind your rubbery surface on him, the other half wants to rub it and stimulate some sort of pleasure. Your hand runs over the smooth surface and you feel a tingle. You quickly put on some pants and turn away to hide your flustered expression.
You both look around the space and it looks like it's housed many people throughout the ages. You wonder who is currently occupying the space, if anyone. The lack thereof of any life is slightly off-putting, maybe it's the fumes that has driven everything away. You feel yourself lost in thought, the ache and soreness of your body setting in. You put your head down in your arms and give a big sigh. It feels comfortable to just lie here..
> Allow yourself to drift off to sleep.
> Try to stay awake.
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