lady_phenyx

Jack finally found Bunny weeding a patch of garden. It seemed Bunny spent a lot of time tending to gardens, weeding and coaxing and feeding and watering.

It looked like a lot of work to Jack, and vague memories of a life before being a spirit told him it was, but not necessarily bad work.

He was still going to stay away from the plants he wasn't sure could take a frost, though. Big difference between doing that on accident to a plant outside to harming something in the Warren. That almost felt like sacrilege.

Jack watched Bunny work for a minute before he swooped down and blew a cold draft over the back of Bunny's neck.

Bunny screeched, fur standing straight up and his ears snapping to attention as he jumped several feet in the air.

Jack was sent spinning through the air by the reaction and he howled with laughter as he tumbled.

“Bloody show pony,” Bunny grumbled, freezing for a second after the words slipped out, as if afraid that it was still too soon for insults, even affectionate ones, but Jack kept laughing.

He swooped down to tap Bunny's nose with a laughing “Boop!” and flitting back up just out of reach. “Hey Bunny,” he added.

“Hey, Jack,” Bunny replied with a sigh and a fond smile. “What was that about, ya loon?”

Jack shrugged. “I dunno. Saw the opportunity and took it, I guess.” He drifted back down to the ground, crouching on a rock near Bunny. “Doin' somethin' important?”

Bunny shrugged. “You're more important. What's up, Snowflake?”

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