They sighed, heading to the lounge after turning off the lights of the prison. Jackalope was happily snuggled in his small rabbit bed, and Es mumbled something inaudible before flopping down onto the small couch provided by Jackalope that barely even fit them, and they were small.

The day was finally over, and now Es could finally get the rest they deserved. It had been a long day—yelling from Futa, a beatdown from Mikoto’s alter…they were exhausted and needed sleep.