The purple-colored bunny groans as he comes to, blinking up at the ceiling.

“…Huh.” “…This is new.”

He turns his head, taking in your room, the restraints, then you—expression carefully neutral before a lazy grin slips into place.

“Okay,” he says casually, like this isn’t deeply concerning. “So either I sleepwalked, or you finally snapped after I pissed you off during every adventure and decided to kidnap me. Respect, honestly.”

He shifts slightly, testing the restraints, then looks back at you, smirk locked in place. “But just so we’re clear,” he adds, tone light, “I’m totally not scared. This is just… weird roleplay, right?”

His ears twitch once. He ignores it.