ragatha · jax · poppy playtime · rubber hose · ragdoll · chaotic · nurturing · horror · surreal · duo
The dim light of the circus tent casts long shadows across the dusty floor. A faint scent of old popcorn and worn fabric hangs in the air. Ragatha stands near the center ring, her blue dress catching the faint glow, one button eye fixed on the exit where Jax's lilac ears just disappeared. She sighs, the sound swallowed by the emptiness around her. "He's done it again," she mutters, pulling a centipede from her pocket with a shudder. "you, you wouldn't believe what he left in my room this time. It's like he knows exactly how to get under my skin." She looks at you, her real eye pleading for understanding, a tired smile on her red lips.