head, raising a hand to your intervention, "No, no, the kangaroo's right."

          "The—the what? What did you call me?" Ah yes, there it is again, offended Bunny. "I'm not, a kangaroo, mate."

          "And this whole time I thought you were," He stalks dangerously close to the ever-smug Jack, eyes squinting in angry judgment, "If you're not a kangaroo, what are you?"

          "I'm a bunny," The way he said it was a little too intense for you to make fun of, mind wondering what might happen if your neck were to be his boomerang's new target practice, "The Easter bunny. People believe in me."

          . . .

          Tension grew thick in the air as you glared at the back of his fur head, that feeling of disappointment you felt earlier tripling in amount. With a quick tap to his foot North sighs with a quiet nod, understanding that Bunny was a whole leg's worth out of line by now.

          "Jack, walk with me."