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CYOA: Delicious Nate and Yandere Rosa's Bogus Journey Part 40: Down the Rabbit Hole [CONT.]

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>After this week, I will mostly stick to one-shots.
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>Segment .4 - Der Inflatable Fuhrer - Sinnoh - Lucas [CONT.]

You decide to look in Dawn's drawers for anything of interest that could help you find her. Calling her name doesn't help, perhaps she didn't hear you, or just didn't come to you because she isn't familiar with your voice?

Regardless, her whereabouts are now your concern and it is your duty as a scientist to find her.

As you rummage through the drawer, you find nothing but bras and panties. None of which are sexual or lewd enough to catch your interest, she really -is- a bore. But that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

If anything, she could probably absorb your dorkiness and then become a cute girl dork, guys these days are into that, aren't they? Or is it hipster girls? You can't tell either way, all these trends are passing way too fast.

A dorky friend doesn't seem too bad though...

You close the drawer, and you're about to leave, when you notice something significant atop the drawer.

A case, and....glasses.

"Huh? you pick up the case, being careful not to drop the glasses inside. That's odd, you didn't see her wearing these earlier, are they hers? Is she supposed to wear them but just chooses not to? Does she not wear them because she isn't ordered to?

Does she even know what they are?

As you ask yourself all these questions, you don't hear the sound of the bathroom door opening, neither the petite footsteps heading in your direction.

In fact, by the time that you do realize that something's amiss, Dawn has already made her way to her room. Naked and wet from the shower she just took. Quietly, she dries herself for a few moments, her next actions having to do with you, the mysterious visitor in her room, peeking at her stuff.

You hear her.

You turn around.

And you see her in front of you.

Bare.