「解体ショーの始まりだ！」

The rabbit stares at him pitifully from its position in the locker, sorrowful gazebo and unheard whimpering whispers. It tugs at his heart with the crack of a whip, the urge to see her all the more apparent in that golden gaze. Heart lurching towards a cliff just to fall back into her arms...

He settles for something else, taking the fuzzy little thing, thumb running over its beret and palming for the phone in his pocket.

A snap of a picture with his lips to the cheek to the little one, and then another picture of the rabbit far too close to the camera - snout tickling the lens.

I sent this little one to come and give you a kiss

A pause, and his fingers hurry even more.

It can't compare to a real one, however, but I hope this will suffice.

A finger hesitates over the next sit of words, a frown, a sigh.

I miss you.

Things he could say out loud but never did, much more comfortable when his throat cannot burn with his tongue and his lungs cannot catch with sorrow.

She answers a moment later. A caramel colored lagomorph dancing against her rose blush cheeks, a kiss to its forehead and then its snout in the camera. Jo wonders if his heart had stopped the moment he lain eyes upon her. A pair of rabbits frolicking elsewhere, somewhere he can't join. Locked away in that dungeon, shaking the bars just to grasp at sunlight...

The small little sigh from his lips flitters alongside a forlorn smile.

Here, one from me too.

She's silent, coy.

Another ping.

I miss you too.

Like the sun misses the moon.

May the moon carry my kiss to you,

On the back of the rabbit clad with white jade.

Poetic and eloquent, Jo only chuckles as he sends another text.

I'd still prefer your lips in person, my bunny.

Shut up. Go back to work.

Whatever my princess orders of me.

She's taking a while to send a message, another poem pressed between her paws. Dyed in the precious ink she loving crafts.

I love you.

A bitch of breath, the organ within his chest ceasing to beat. Eyes watering, a whimper...how unlike him; to make such a longing sort of sound, a hound braying at the door for its beloved to come home. But it's better to say it in text, isn't it? Then to have his throat seize up again.

I know.

A pause, not what he wanted to say but...

I love you too.

A text back.

I know.

A pink heart.

Jo lets out a small laugh, turning the phone off and placing the rabbit back into the locker, hiding it away from the world. It's his precious secret, even though he is drawn to this precious lady every time he sees her.