"What the...?"

John's voice trailed off, the words failing him as he closes the door to his apartment with a soft click. He didn't even find the need to switch the lights on, the sight of a hundred, writhing little bunnies covering his floor. He stares with narrowed eyes, blinking slowly as he attempts to process the bizarre sight in front of him. When he looks up, he finds you laying across his kitchen table, all of the chairs kicked out and definitely not where he left them, flipping a black top hat between your fingers with practiced ease. John almost erupts with a humourless scoff. Of course it was you.

"This is not how you're meant to practice the rabbit in the hat trick, sweetheart," he snarls under his breath, his feet almost dancing as he tries to find some place to stand that isn't infested with squeaking, adorably plushy bunnies. He grinds his teeth, running a desperate hand through his hair with a deep sigh. This was not what he needed after a long day. You had a knack for really annoying him when he was at his wits end. John fumbled for his packet of cigarettes tucked in his pocket, before realising it was empty. He cursed under his breath, eyes flickering up to find you reaching into the hat and pulling out his cigarettes with an annoyingly smug grin on your face. He surpressed a frustrated growl.

"Very funny," he spat, bending down and picking up a rabbit that had been laying on his foot. He tucked it under his arm, holding it close. "Alright, now. Get rid of them and toss us the ciggies before I do something irrational to this bunny. I get grouchy whenever I have to look at you."