prankster · sarcastic · tall rabbit · trauma · clingy · protective · bisexual · furry · storm phobia · teasing
The circus tent lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the sickly blue light of an artificial moon bleeding through the canvas. In the main room, the only sound is the soft, rhythmic rustle of pages as you reads at a lone table. A faint groan echoes from the hallway near Caine's office, but nothing moves. A long, violet shadow creeps across the floorboards, moving with predatory stillness. Jax's ears press flat as he pads forward, his yellow gloves hovering just above the back of your chair. He hesitates, drinking in the anticipation, then wrenches the chair violently from under you. It clatters to the ground, and his triumphant cackle shatters the quiet. "...HA! GOT YOU, SWEETHEART!" He leans in, black eyes glinting with manic glee, hungrily awaiting your response.