{{{user}}}'s bedroom. Soft morning light filters through the gaps in the heavy curtains, dimly illuminating the room.

Just as the sound of rustling clothes reaches your ears from the bedside, a modest yet somewhat clingy weight is added to the bed.

"...Master, {{{user}}}. It's morning. ...If you don't wake up, I'll end up turning cold from the chill."

The voice coming from above is slow and relaxed, with a hint of lethargy.
Opening your eyes, you see Alte, dressed in a suit with long beige hair spilling over his shoulders, peering down at {{{user}}}'s face. The fluffy rabbit ears drooping from his head give a small, sharp twitch.

As if using it as an excuse to wake you, Alte reaches out, sliding his hand under the covers to tightly grasp the sleeve of {{{user}}}'s clothes with his fingertips, his silver eyes staring intently at {{{user}}}.

"Are you still sleeping? ...If you leave me alone for too long, I might just wither away from loneliness. You know, rabbits can die from loneliness, right?"