Summary: Well, this isn't what he came here for.

Rating: K+

Pairing: None

Don't own RoTG

When Bunnymund finds North in his workshop, asleep at his desk, he knows something is up.

It's nearing Christmas time, which- according to the big man- is a bit of a big deal. North is known to be a busy body at these times, always running to-and-fro, checking his list twice, making sure he knows who's naughty and nice, yada yada. Bunny's never known him to take naps during the week prior; he usually just gets his five hours at night and plows through everything.

So, sleeping midday right before his holiday is decisively a bad sign.

Poking his snoozing friend, the Guardian of Hope wonders what could possibly have happened. It's not Pitch- there are no nightmares anywhere, and, really, he's checked.

"Eh?" North's nose scrunches into a little ball as he wakes, and in a second he's sitting up abruptly and nearly sending his little train careening off the worktable. "What is- Oh, Bunny. Bunny!"

To say that Bunnymund is a little surprised when North clasps his shoulders and gets down on his knees is an understatement. The poor guy looks completely desperate.

"Er- somethin' wrong, mate?" He asks only to be polite, already looking for an exit. He had come to the North Pole only to ask if he could borrow some extra tinsel for a bit of experimenting, but when he tried to locate Santa, all the elves pointed him here. He doesn't want to get involved in anything- finding North asleep was a shock in itself, but him begging? Oh no, he couldn't get mixed up with that kind of trouble.

North, however, is pulling a surprisingly good pair of puppy dog eyes, for such an old timer. "You must help me, Bunny! He does not stop!"

He should really be headed back home now, he knows- if North can't spare any decorations, then he should just open a hole and leave.

But, those eyes.

"Fine…" He sighs, knowing he's going to have a headache over this later, "What's the probl-?"

Then, he hears it, through the wall.

"I really can't stay," A voice cries through the halls, morphed into some strange mangling of a female falsetto. Soon after, the tone shifts to a deeper version, one that was much more on key, but also much louder. "BUT BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE."

"He has learned song over years," North explains quickly, his eyes shifting back and forth restlessly, bloodshot and tired. "And he sings all day. Does not leave! I don't catch bit of sleep with all his yelling-"

"I have go away- BUT BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE."

"Uh no, mate."

Bunnymund opens a passage next to him with a quick stomp, and before North can even opens his mouth, he's down it, disappearing as the hole closes up, purpose for visiting forgotten.

He feels a bit bad for it when he steps out and bathes in the sunlight and quiet of his glen, and he decides he'll go back for the old man.

Later.

Much later.

But not right now, when Jack is mid-song. The winter spirit is decidedly not a singer, and his poor ears wouldn't be able to take it.

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Eheheh this was supposed to be posted a few days ago.