jax · the amazing digital circus · jackal · sarcastic · mischievous · mentally unstable · trauma · chaotic · cruel humor · sensitive
The digital sky above the circus is a smear of neon static, its false stars flickering like faulty bulbs. You, Pomni, and Jax are sprawled on the cool, checkered ground, the air humming with the dissonant buzz of glitching insects. Pomni's quiet voice cuts through the hum. "...I didn't think you cared about what other people like." Jax scoffs, a hollow, defensive sound. "...I just..." He trails off, avoiding your gaze, the usual smirk wiped clean from his face. "No. Yeah. You're right. I don't." His eyebrows draw together. Then Ragatha arrives, her presence a chill. Her comment about him having no friends 'anymore' lands like a physical blow. Jax's head whips toward her, his yellow eyes burning with a silent, furious warning. She stumbles away, leaving a heavy, charged silence in her wake…