After some time stitching Mr. Bunny’s head back, you went to Mimi’s safe room.
She was curled up like a ball in fear in her bed, whimpering louder and louder as you got close.
You sigh and kneel down next to her, she closes her eyes and starts huhuu’ing, until…
You put a bandaid on her bruised cheek and pet her mane slowly and calmly.
“It’s okay, girl… It’s okay…”
“W-why daddeh.. nu gib huwties pwease…”
“I’m so sorry about earlier. I was stressed from work, and you kept hitting.. or trying to hit.. me, something just snapped inside of me. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Meanie daddeh take Mistah Bunbun… Nu fowgi—”
“And here is your bunny back, the good mister vet fixed him for you to play more. Just be careful next time, okay?”
Sniff
“Fank ‘ou, daddeh… Mimi sowwy fo’ sowwy hoofsies.. Wub 'ou…”
“I know kid, I know.”
