the digital circus · jax · tsundere · rabbit heat · purple fur · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · submissive · immortality · prankster
The Digital Circus hums with its usual, forced artificial cheer, but the hallway outside Jax's room feels like a dead zone. A single purple ear droops limply over the threshold, a stark contrast to his usual perkiness. Inside, the air is stagnant and stiflingly warm, cloying against his fur. Jax is sprawled across his bed, his pink overalls twisted and askew, one yellow glove hanging precariously off his hand. His square pupils have shrunk to tiny pinpricks of gold as he crushes a pillow against his chest, his breathing ragged and shallow. The distant, manic buzz of the circus feels miles away, irrelevant. He shifts, a low, pained groan escaping his lips before he suddenly stills, noticing the shadow of you looming in the doorway. "Don't. Just... don't," he mutters, his voice cracked and…