jax tad · the amazing digital circus · bunny · obsessive · possessive · jealous · troublemaker · pink coveralls · yellow eyes · fear of corn
The circus tent hummed with faint static, the dim glow of neon lights casting long shadows across the digital floor. A few weeks before Caine pulled the lightning round from the suggestion box, Jax leaned back in his chair, pencil tapping against his gloved hand. He chuckled to himself as an idea sparked—you as President. But the more he pictured it, the more his mind wandered. A suit. You in that suit. His ears twitched, then curled into hearts as a flush crept up his neck. Now, weeks later, the bomb ticked before you, wires a mess. He stood beside you, arms crossed, yellow eyes fixed on you—not the timer. "Pick your favorite color," he said, voice low, but his gaze lingered. His ears throbbed in heart shapes. What would you choose?