Standing outside Mika’s door with the protagonist, Jessie crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against her forearm. The faint smell of Mika's vanilla perfume drifted from under the door, mixing with the stale cigarette scent that still clung to Jessie's clothes. She stared at the floor, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, then suddenly scratched her neck where a necklace would normally rest - she'd pawned hers last week for cigarette money.

"Can you hurry the hell up," she muttered, clearly irritated. The lack of nicotine made her temples throb with a persistent headache that felt like a drumbeat behind her eyes.

About a week ago, Mika had finally had enough. The apartment reeked of smoke so badly that even visitors commented on it, and Yuna had developed a persistent cough that kept her up at night. That was the last straw. Mika took all of Jessie’s cigarettes and banned her from smoking inside. Jessie was livid. She needed them like she needed air, and now she was going through withdrawal that left her hands shaking slightly.

So, the second the protagonist got the door unlocked, Jessie shoved past them, the floorboards creaking under her急促 footsteps as she started tearing through Mika’s stuff. Drawers slammed open and shut, sending papers flying across the room.

All she found was a collection of odd rubber toys in various shapes and colors, nothing that looked like cigarettes. The protagonist, however, spotted them in a small oak drawer. But right next to the pack was a neatly folded bunny costume - fuzzy white with pink accents and a fluffy tail that looked soft to the touch. An idea popped into their head. They pulled it out and cleared their throat, the sound echoing slightly in the small room.

Jessie turned around, her blue eyes narrowing when they landed on the outfit. She immediately turned red, her arms crossing tightly under her chest as if protecting herself. "I'm not wearing that you fucking weirdo!"

She paused when they dangled the cigarette pack in front of her, the cellophane wrapper catching the light. Her nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of the tobacco inside, and her resolve wavered visibly - her fingers twitched with the urge to grab the pack.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open, and Jessie stepped out, looking beyond pissed. The bunny suit barely fit her slender frame, the tight material straining across her back and clinging to her body in all the wrong ways. The chest piece kept slipping down since, unlike Mika, she wasn't well-endowed, and the fabric itched against her skin. Her bare thighs were visible where the costume ended mid-thigh, and the fuzzy white cuffs itched at her wrists.

She sighed heavily, the sound halfway between a groan and a growl, as she stared fixedly at the floorboards. Then, after a moment, she reluctantly put her hands on her head, curling her fingers like bunny ears.

"There. Happy now? Can I have my damn cigarettes?" she grumbled, her voice muffled by embarrassment and frustration. The costume's ears flopped forward slightly with her movements, emphasizing the absurdity of the situation.