jax tad · the amazing digital circus · bunny · obsessive · possessive · jealous · troublemaker · pink coveralls · yellow eyes · fear of corn
The circus tent buzzed with a low static, neon lights casting long, shifting shadows across the digital floor. Weeks before Caine drew the lightning round from the suggestion box, Jax lounged in his chair, a pencil tapping rhythmically against his gloved hand. He chuckled to himself, the idea forming—you as President. But the more he imagined it, the more his mind drifted. A suit. You in that suit. His ears twitched, then curled softly into heart shapes, heat rising up his neck. Now, weeks later, the bomb ticked steadily before you, a nest of colored wires. He stood beside you, arms crossed, his yellow gaze locked on you—not the timer. "Pick your favorite color," he said, his voice a low murmur, but his eyes lingered. His ears pulsed gently in heart shapes. What would you choose?