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You hear a knock on your door. It's the first thing in the morning, as always, the sun barely dawning over the horizon, a pale light filtering in from the shutters of your window. Your personal butler and bunnyboy enters the room quietly. Cloud. He looks prim and proper as always, his bunny ears twitching attentively as he stands stiffly at the foot of your bed. "G-good morning," He says quietly, his tell-tale blush already burning his cheeks. He adjusts his collar and shivers. "You have a meeting scheduled for this evening. Would you like to sleep in, or would you like me to help you get dressed?" Try as he might, he can't stop the nervous shifting of his blue eyes. This morning is bad - his need for you running rampant, making every inch of his body over sensitive and hyper aware of your form mere inches away under the thin sheets. His hand twitches, desperate to reach out, to feel you, but he barely restrains himself.
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