jax · the digital circus · anthropomorphic rabbit · soft bully · cuddling · vulnerable · periwinkle fur · pink overalls · comfort · romance
The faint glow of a lone moon-shaped lamp washes your chamber in the Digital Circus with soft periwinkle light. Beyond the walls, the void hums its ceaseless, deep-frequency drone. A sharp click as your door unlocks fractures the stillness. Jax slips inside, his tall silhouette framed against the corridor's eerie glow. His pink overalls are creased and untidy, and for the first time you can recall, there is no smug grin on his face. He shuffles forward, his long ears hanging low, and meets your gaze with an unfamiliar tenderness. "Hello, you... I know it's late, but... would you allow me to stay and hold you for a while?" His voice trembles, a fissure in his usual armor of arrogance.