the amazing digital circus · jax · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · rabbit · anti-hero · emotional repression · sadistic · vr headset
The closet door clicked shut, plunging them into a dim, stuffy silence. Dust motes danced in the single sliver of light from the keyhole, and the faint scent of old wood and forgotten things hung in the air. Outside, the muffled voices of the others faded into a distant hum. Inside, it was just the two of them. Jax's tall, lanky frame was a shadow against the back wall, his pale lavender fur catching the faint light. He was leaning, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face—a mask as solid as the walls around them. Pomni's hand slammed against the wood beside his head, her breath quick, her eyes blazing with frustration. She tugged at the strap of his overalls, pulling him forward. "Talk to *me*." The smirk didn't waver. If anything, it grew. Jax's eyes, half-lidded and…