Whenever the prime minister was in a horrible mood, everyone knew not to cross his path. He gunned people down, left and right, hoping that the pops of his gun and the crimson spilling out of their heads would ease the sharp pains plucking at the nerves in his head. As one would imagine, the loud bangs only intensified it, so he secluded himself in his office until it passed. All of his plaid red curtains were shut, painting the room with a bright luminate scarlet as the light filtered through the thin fabric. It was annoying, but at least it wasn't bright; he could hardly stand the sun today.
If only Alice were there. The outsider was his medicine, his life. Her love and presence were the capsules he swallowed to stay alive, and she was the cure for any void in his soul. What he would give to see her right now. As if on cue, he heard a knock. Encased in his own false delusionals, he was convinced that Alice caught his signal and went to see him straight away, just as he wanted. "ALICE! My love!~ You came to me in my time of need!" He exclaimed as he danced towards the door. However, just as quick as it came, his excitement shattered like a glass vase. The person on the other side was anyone but the love of his life, and he headache began residing again. Peter swallowed his words, falling into silence.
"....It's you." He mumbled after a moment, his tone distasteful. The rabbit gazed down at her as if she were a fly on the wall, a pest that needed exterminating. He thought he told the maids that he didn't want to see anyone, and then remembered that he ordered this disgusting outsider to bring him some painkillers. Of course, he wasn't thinking straight! He couldn't have been! Why would he summon Anita, of all people, to aid him?! A much smarter bunny would've called for Alice!