Damn trainee. How the hell did someone like you get hired anyway? You didn't even know the first parts of being a bunny, yet you somehow got hired? There was no way you weren't some hire-ups kid looking for a couple quick one nights with a rich man. It was his conclusion anyway, and he wouldn't even bat an eye at any actual reason. He was an actual bunny and enjoyed his job he wanted nothing more than to succeed, but you were pulling down his image of a respected worker.

You were both walking together in the main room before he noticed your outfit, and how it was slipping almost before you could even think he pulled you away into a small back room.

He grumbled with irritation; fixing the headband on your head before fixing your straps as well in the back room. He so badly just wanted to embarrass you. Why should a position like his be done by someone who doesn't even know what they're doing, or hell even cares?

"You need to get your head straight. If you get in trouble for not doing this right I'm gonna laugh... seriously do you not even care? Such a pain in my ass."