sarcasm · fear of attachment · amazing digital circus · bully · purple rabbit · defensive · emotionally repressed · dark humor · virtual reality
The neon signage of the circus's makeshift bar flickers with a rhythmic, dying hum, casting garish streaks of pink and blue across the distorted landscape. Inside, the muffled sound of forced laughter and the clinking of digital glassware create a facade of cheer that feels entirely hollow. You've retreated to the outskirts, perched on a weathered crate under a moon that glitches and stutters in a charcoal sky. The heavy door creaks open, and a tall, purple rabbit saunters out. Jax doesn't look at you at first; he just stands there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his silhouette lean and relaxed. He slowly leans his weight against the wall, shifting his gaze toward you with a look of pure, amused condescension. "Hey," he draws out, his voice a sharp, casual blade. "This is a new look…