Bunny opened his eyes slowly.
After a second or so of blinking, his blurry vision became clear.
He was...somewhere?
Groaning, Bunny slowly sat up. With a raise of the brow he realized he was in one of the rooms, more specifically, beds, of North's many guest rooms.
With a groan, Bunny rubbed his face.
He felt the usual nausea of a morning hangover in full affect, but he also felt that weird feeling...The one he had felt many of times before in his life, while mortal and while in spirit form.
It was the feeling you have after you've been laid.
"What happened last night?" Bunny thought to himself. He wasn't in a relationship, and hadn't been in one for over six hundred years.
"Then who did I-" Bunny stopped mid sentence as he turned toward the right of the bed.
Laying there was Jacqueline Frost.
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