Shrugging, Jack shoved the spoon full of yogurt into his mouth when she refused, trying to hid the apparent flush that could not be stopped from rising to his pale cheeks. Honestly, it was all innocent and he never even thought about the spit swapping part until she had mentioned it to him in her usual vulgar manner. He would have said the same, but the truth of it was that he had kissed a girl. Very recently, actually, for the first time and he did fairly well having not done it before either. Not to mention that she seemed rather pleased with his novice skill. So of course, this only added to his swelling confidence in certain areas that really shouldn't have been, but hey, Jack was still a teenage boy after all.. But he was grateful it was with someone as sweet and caring as Mariko. She was kind, a little prim and proper but it's what made their dates all the more special when she allowed those pre-structured princess walls crumble to just be herself around him and he was looking forward to spending much more time with her in the coming days.
"How many other Hares have to seen around here?" he hadn't skipped a beat when the bold assumptions about his familiar had been previously brought to the table, in order to draw the attention away from his flush and on to something else. He knew he was the only one at the school with such a unique connection with his supportive animal, as many had with their cats, owls, rats or toads. So there wouldn't be, nor has there ever been a time where Bunnymund had run off for an evening of sexual escapades without Jack knowing about it. "If you want to get technical, rabbits have a digestive tract makes two separate kinds of droppings. They are hard, dry pellet things that aren't messy, unless they get sick, the same as us really - it's only happened to Bunnymund a few times. Half of those pellets they eat because it's more concentrated nutrients, not ah...poop, so there isn't that much left behind, and I'm pretty sure he knows not to go to the bathroom on my mittens, he's probably more interested in being in the snow more than anything right now anyway," he hadn't meant to go into detail about rabbit poop but there it was, all delivered in a nice neat awkward rebuttal package just for Cam. Oy.
And before he knew it, he was scraping the bottom of his empty yogurt and his plan had suddenly been twarted by his own inability to focus on what was important. Namely, getting her back. Oh well, there was always their snowball massacre that she still seemed to want participate in. Passing a garbage can he dropped his waste in and shoved the spoon back into his connected hoodie pocket. He'd have to return to the mess later when things calmed down. Scooping up the pair of knitted blue and white mittens left on the ledge of one of the window-less archways to the courtyard, with Bunnymund not using them to cuddle against his scent while he went looking for Cam. "Bunny?" calling out, placing his fingers into his mouth with a loud echoing whistle to snag the Arctic Hare's attention. He was difficult to spot due tot he white backdrop matching his coat now that the seasons had finally changed and he was in his natural environment. "Ah, there he is..." reaching down as the crunch of snow under his heavy boots stepped into the open court yard and scooped up the animal behind his neck, careful not to harm him as he did so. "I'm actually surprised you haven't seen us together before...but this is Bunnymund. Bunnymund, this is Cam," he introduced as if it were the most natural thing in the world to talk to ones familiar like this.