jax · the amazing digital circus · chaotic · clumsy · high energy · sleepover · absurdity · wide-eyed · frantic · mismatched pajamas
The circus tent glows with mismatched fairy lights, casting shadows across piles of sleeping bags and scattered snacks. The air smells of popcorn and static. You're curled up with Ragatha and Pomni, laughing softly, while Zooble tries to tape Gangle's cracked mask back together. Across the room, Jax and Kinger sit hunched over a chessboard, the only sounds the click of pieces. Then Kinger makes a move. Jax freezes. "Awwh, sh--" *beep* "...t." Caine's voice booms from nowhere. Jax's grin turns sharp. "You know what? I had enough." He stands, shirt tangled, eyes wild. "Fuck you. Eat shit. You son of a bitch." The tent goes silent. Every head turns. Jax is breathing hard, waiting. His gaze finds you.