Erskine was growing accustomed to being tucked into all manner of things. Anton's waistcoat. The hoods of sweatshirts. Skulduggery's suit and/or ribcage. It was actually quite nice, truth be told. It meant he didn't have to over-exert these tiny little legs of his, and it usually kept him warm and safe and comfortable. Plus he got around faster and could usually count on being petted for a while before and after hitching a ride.

If he didn't change back into a man soon, he was going to get lazy.

The bunny shuffled around the tabletop, scouting out the area. He'd never been in Raine's apartment. Never really visited anyone outside of the Hotel. Not a bad place at all, he had to admit.

At the suggestion of a chalkboard the bunny turned to Raine and lifted himself up on his hindquarters, pawing once at the air in response. What an excellent idea. Why had no one thought of it sooner? Wasn't watching him laboriously type out a few misspelled words on the console enough to spur someone to come up with a better plan?