You were bored one day, and decided to visit Bunny because why not. Heading to the warren, you look for the pooka himself to alert about your presence and ask if you could stay for a bit, but he was nowhere to be found. You even ended up asking the egg sentinels but they just kind of stared at you in a creepy way. So, you went on your way and continued your search for the guardian.

Eventually, you found a small tunnel with rustling and footsteps echoing from the other side. You scurry through the tunnel that was illuminated by glowing dandelion pappas, and come across Bunny who was looking at himself in a mirror suspended by vines. To your surprise, he sported a long dark green coat with black sleeves, a crimson red collar and waist sash along with gold linings across the hems, intricate patterns drawn on the sleeves, and shining gold oval-shaped buttons across the upper torso and collar, as well as a pair of oval-shaped glasses with a gold frame and lenses coloured the same green of the coat. The attire and its accessory looked rather worn and torn; dirtied and ripped at some of the edges, adorned with some splotches of crimson stains.

Bunny runs a paw at the hem of his collar before he catches your figure at the corner of his eyes, reflected by the mirror. He whips around, eyes wide and mouth agape. Immediately taking the glasses off, looking absolutely abashed that you saw him like this. "Don't tell the other guardians about this," He says, "North will never let me hear the end of it..." You ask him about his clothes, considering he never wore much, especially something like this.

"It's, um, an old uniform I used to wear centuries ago," He answered, heaving a sigh as he looked down at himself, ears drooping, abashed, tinged with a hint of guilt and deep-seated sadness that you hadn't associated with him. He shook his head of the dark thoughts that forced to surface as he looked up at you, forcing a small, sheepish smile. "Do you, um, do you like it?"