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Bunny was out making his rounds of the warren when Julia arrived there. She looked around for him but didn’t see him right away, she was a little disappointed but she spotted a few of his easter eggs.
“Hello there little ones” she crouched down and they rushed towards her. They nuzzled into her hands, enjoying the warmth. She giggled and picked them up to snuggle them to her “now where is your boss?” she joked.
She walked around the clearing to peek out the west, east and north pathways, but still didn’t see him, she wondered if he had gotten hurt.
“Of course he’s not hurt. This is his domain, nothing could hurt him.” she reassured herself. She didn’t notice him round the bend of the western path.
He slowed his run to a trot to a walk as he made it to the arch way. He stayed quiet as she spoke to herself again. “Maybe I'll shoot a fireball so he sees it and comes to see what’s going on.”
He leaned against the arch way and chuckled “you might burn my warren down if you do that Shela.” he spoke, startling her.
She squealed in surprise and quickly turned to face him blushing, “h-Hi Bun.” She greeted him sheepishly.
He chuckled again, “Hello Julia.” He walked up to her and ruffled her hair “what do I own the my luck for you to visit?”
She giggled and hid against her long sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I just wanted to see you,” she stammers, “y-you know cause you're my friend and stuff.”
Bunny nods “I get that Juls.i got some new eggs if you’d like to help me paint some.” he offers. He smirks happily when she perked up
“Yes!” she said almost immediately “y-yes please.” she corrected herself. “I would love to.”
Bunny leads her to the group of about 15 eggs, “i’ll get the paints.” he says and hops off towards a desk covered in years of paints.
She sat down and the eggs crowded around her, happily taking in her warmth. She giggled and sat there gently petting a few.
He turned around and softened at the sight in front of him, Julia sat with the eggs huddled around her, two he had painted on her shoulders and one nestled on the top of her head, the unpainted one climbing up in her lap. She giggled and helped them as she waited for his return.
The sun was highlighting her features beautifully, her brown hair with the orange tips looking like flames attached to her head.
He stared for a second then shook his head and hopped back over to her and sat down next to her “here’s a brush, do whatever you’d like.” he tells her “lets those creative juices flow,” he teases poking her forehead gently.
She giggles and nods “yes sir.” she teases back gently picking up an egg and she starts painting.
They sit in comfortable silence for a bit then they start chatting about the others and their jobs as they paint the remaining eggs.