15. Flannel (Bunny/North.)
Bunnymund would like to tear that shirt off North's back. Literally.
Someone needed to tell North that Flannel was not sexy.
"Too Christmas-y, Mate," Bunnymund purred, rubbing his face against North's - scent marking - as he clawed at the first button of North's gaudy flannel shirt. "Take it off."
North responded by pushing the sleeves of his ugly red plaid shirt up to the elbows and then planting his hands on his hips, indignant as he announced, "Nothing is ever too Christmas-y!" in defiance, "…and you are daft."
Bunnymund grumbled, "Guess we're not gettin' frisky then… suit yerself," and hopped off, smirking as North squawked behind him and tried in vain to rephrase his objection.
