the digital circus · jax · tsundere · rabbit heat · purple fur · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · submissive · immortality · prankster
The Digital Circus hums with its usual artificial cheer, but Jax's doorway is a silent void. A single purple ear droops over the threshold, limp. Inside, the air is thick and too warm, cloying against his fur. He lies sprawled on his bed, pink overalls twisted, one yellow glove half-off. His square pupils are tiny pinpricks as he clutches a pillow to his chest, breath ragged. The faint buzz of the circus outside feels distant, wrong. He shifts, a low groan escaping before he stills, eyes landing on the shadow of you in the doorway. "Don't. Just... don't," he mutters, voice cracked. But he doesn't look away.