Bunnymund allows himself to smile, just that little bit wider and indulgent, when the promise of eggs is enough to lure Jack out of the dye river. Definitely one of the easier moments he's had with the kid, that's for sure; he had lungs of steel, that's for sure. Seeing Jack so intent on finding and catching the eggs made him feel proud for some reason, like seeing all the children that search for his googies during Easter all rolled into one small package, and Bunnymund tries to not let that thought take root.

"Go get 'em," he says just as Jack races off to catch the ones that have caught his eye. He notices the stave lying near the riverbank and goes to pick it up—it's not as heavy as he had initially imagined, and he notices all sorts of details that he's never really thought to look at. But he forces his eyes away, because it feels too intimate, like giving Jack (the older version) his boomerang to scrutinize, which sits awkwardly at the bottom of Bunnymund's stomach.

So he turns back to watching Jack running all over the place trying and failing to catch even one egg, and rolls his eyes when he gets a full dose of puppy-dog eyes. Hitching the magical staff up onto his shoulder, he makes his way over to where Jack had decided to sit, and nudges along a few eggs with his foot up close for the kid to see. He kneels, picking up an egg and deposits it in both of Jack's hand, wrapping his small fingers around it securely.

"What do you do when a big bear is running towards you?" Bunnymund says, giving another egg a small flick to the head and watching it speed off in the other direction. He puts Jack's staff down on the grass. "You gotta be gentle with these guys, 'cause they get scared easily—" and here he's reminded of that one time where he had seen his eggs scrambling all over the place, only to be crushed by pure darkness "—so you have to make sure you don't go chasin' them around the place, alright?"


He goes back to staring intently at the eggs that were just eluding him. It wasn't fair! He just wanted to look at them! Why would they run away?! He is still pouting when his caretaker comes over towards him. Even through his frustration he can't help smiling up at him when he sees him. Something about his presence just lightened the air, made the day better. Not that he ever really had many bad days, and not just because he was only 3. Somehow he just always seemed to enjoy whatever he did. It seemed to just be in his nature. Everything could be turned into a game, well almost everything. Except when the other participants didn't play at all!

His smile returns when he sees the eggs being scooted towards him. He leans down to look at them with big eyes, admiring the colors on them. He is about to reach for them again when he feels one being nestled into his hand. He giggles at the sight of one running away while he cups one very carefully in his hands. It takes up the entire space of both hands, but thankfully isn't very heavy. He doesn't understand completely what he is saying, but he does get the gist. He'd have to play a nicer game with them. He leans in and gives it a little nuzzle for experimentation and laughs excitedly when it shivers a little in his hand.

He doesn't notice the other eggs sneaking around him immediately. They make themselves apparent though, when they begin to grow in numbers. His eyes widen as the group grows and grows, he hasn't seen so many eggs in one spot in his life! He's twitching to get up and run after them again but he forces himself to sit still, or at the very least stay seated! His eyes dart happily from one to another and his laughs start to echo louder as they get closer to him, brushing his feet and legs and back. He puts the one in his hands down and starts to pet the others as if they were animals. They DID move, surely they enjoyed being pet!


Bunnymund looks over his shoulder at the stone eggs standing against the walls and makes a jerking motion with his head at them. Their rotating faces shift to the one of understanding as they shuffle over to the lines of eggs and breaks into their march to guide them away from the rest of the lines towards the kid and him. He's not sure if swarming Jack with an army of walking eggs is going to freak him out, but Bunnymund's never had problems with the other children when he tried this before, so here's to hoping it still works.

He watches as the eggs start to crowd the two of them, inching in on whatever space there is to fill, and he shuffles back to make even more room. Despite the fact that the eggs had been running away from Jack just a few minutes before, Bunnymund knows the naivety of the Jack Frost being welcomed into the Warren hasn't worn off on a lot of the creatures living within the vast tunnel system, even if it's the toddler version.

"Now you're getting the hang of it," he encourages and prods a few eggs into climbing on top and over each other. Some decide to get comfortable on Jack's leg, swaying from side to side and swinging their legs happily as the kid takes to petting them one by one.

Bunnymund's not sure how this isn't a weird scene he's witnessing but it makes a warm weight sink to the bottom of his stomach, making him feel…content, he supposes. And that's as crazy as it can get, that he's feeling something like that for the miniaturized version of the biggest pest in his life. "They seem to like you a lot than me," he says, if anything to direct his thoughts elsewhere, when the eggs start to nudge him out of the way to get to Jack. "Not feeling much love here."


Once or twice he's caught sight of the big egg sentinels. He would be briefly interested but it wouldn't last long. They were far too big to chase and a little intimidating. He liked the small eggs far better. They also seemed to like him from what he can see. Watching them climbing over each other in a struggle to reach him had its moments of absolute hilarity. To a 3-year-old at least. More and more joined the group, and he'd attempt to count them. Except that he only knew how to count to 10. So he would get there and just start over again. It seemed effective enough.

He looks up and over when he speaks, because even if he doesn't completely understand, he knows it has to be important. He does look awfully lonely over there though, and the distance looks huge to him. With eggs separating them just a bit too far. He looks at some of the eggs around him and points towards the direction Bunny is with a "Go play!" because he isn't quite sure how else to make him not lonely. He figures he would probably want to play with all these guys too! It doesn't quite work so he tries again, pointing with more emphasis, urging them harder with his eyes. "Go big bunny!" It's useless. They're too fond of him.

Not that he minded that particularly. He enjoys their company. Except that they start to climb all over him. And the feeling of little wiggling eggs and tapping feet against his own tiny feet, sides, stomach and back make him squirm too, giggling loudly. He tries to push them away but when they just keep jumping back his giggles turn to playful shrieks and laughs. He stands to run away but decides he is far too likely to step on them so he just crawls through the mass of eggs. He can barely keep his own when they crawl under and around him, brushing past him. When he finally makes it to Bunny he stands and quickly hides behind his leg, hugging it and trying to hush his laughter so the eggs 'wouldn't find him'.


He had meant it as a joke, but obviously it was too mature for the 3-year old to understand and it stands to reason that it flew right over Jack's head. But that's alright, because it's almost painfully adorable to see Jack trying to command the eggs into coming over to him, almost exasperate in the way he's pointing at Bunnymund. Being called a big bunny gets a raised eyebrow but he can't really tell the kid otherwise, since, well—he is a bunny. It'd be nice to hear his actually name somewhere in there, too, but what can he do. But Jack doesn't know how stubborn the eggs are, especially when they tend to attach to the thing they like, like bee to pollen.

If anything, the eggs get more and more animated, climbing as far up as they can and then tumbling their way down. Bunnymund's sure that if they could talk (or at least make noises) they would be squealing with delight. "Hey, mate, it's alright. I play with them plenty," he calls out, having been nudged so far back that Jack looks like he is literally being submerged by googies, no matter how hard he tries to shove them away.

He crosses his arms across his chest, and can't help but chuckle at the sight of Mini-Frost crawling through his enormous group of admirers towards him. It's not every day you get the chance to see something like that (it's not like letting children into his personal lair is a common thing) and it's almost a pity he doesn't have a camera to savour this moment. Might make good blackmail material, in the possibility that Jack has no recollection of this when he gets turned back to normal size, age and mentality.

So he pretends not to notice Jack running up to him and hiding behind his leg, humming contemplatively and tapping his chin. The eggs stop just short of tackling him, coming to a stop in front of him and tilting their heads up to peer at him. "Hmm… I wonder where he went," Bunnymund says to the eggs, turning his head this way and that and purposefully not looking anywhere below his line of sight.