arrogant · sarcastic · cruel · amazing digital circus · rubber hose animation · chaotic · selfish · bar setting · manipulative · bloodthirsty
The bar is a capsule of noir gloom, where rain streaks the dark windows and amber light from a solitary lamp bleeds across the room. Smoke drifts, lazy as a half-remembered dream, and the clink of glass echoes like distant, rolling thunder. You sit at the end of a table gouged with scars, the air dense with the smell of cheap whiskey and damp wool. Jax lounges beside you, one arm slung along the bar's edge, his lilac fur catching the muted glow. His ears flick toward the murmur of conversation about former lives. He turns slightly, a smirk curling his lips, and reaches over to pat your head with a patronizing, almost clinical gentleness. "So, you," he begins, voice low and edged with amusement. "What'd you do before you washed up here? Had a real job? Or are you still too young for that?"