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@cirqueclown
⼠CIRQUECLOWN
low/sporadic activity, featuring POMNI from THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS.
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digitized with: @pomniegranate (pomni), @that-asshole-jackrabbit (jax), @freakxhow (zooble)
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I'm not sorry I met you I'm not sorry it's over I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
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If he hears the wounded little noise that the jester makes when she's so carelessly brushed off, he doesn't show it. Instead, one large, yellow eye opens to peer at her, a playful glint reflected in the onyx depths of his pupil.
Jax is doing everything in his power to put that little fight behind them both, to pretend like it didn't happen-- because as far as he's concerned? It didn't. Their gun adventure ended in as bland a fashion as possible, with the two of them working side by side to eliminate the competition, and then going their separate ways to prepare for the stupid Main Character Awards they were being forced to attend. No fight, no Pomni chewing on his leg like a dog, nothing to write home about.
Yet here the little jester is, dredging up the past like a bad case of food poisoning, and insisting that they talk about it, couples-therapy style.
He scoffs when he notices her cradling her wounded hand, as if his very touch were enough to hurt her-- when days earlier, she had been using that very same appendage to strangle him. "Tch; relax already, Pom. You and those weak little sausages you call arms couldn't hurt me if you tried. It's like getting pummeled by a kindergartener, which, for you, is pretty fitting." To emphasize his point, and further prove that there isn't any bad blood between them, Jax reaches out with the same hand he swatted her with to ruffle her hat, an amused grin curling the edge of his mouth.
"--BUT, fine. Tell me. What do you wanna do to 'keep the peace', Pompom. Write me a love song? Give me an apology speech that'd make Edgar Allen Poe cry?" The rabbit turns then, drawing one of his knees up on the couch so he can prop an elbow against it, chin leaning into the palm of that hand so he can bat his eyelashes at her for the full effect.
If she's so determined to let this cringe attempt at reconciliation play out, who's he to stop her from embarrassing herself?
Even with his touch and dismissive remarks, Pomni doesn't feel quite assured that they are fine. She wants to keep pressingâ to reach into Jax's psyche and to pry the truth out of himâ but it's a losing game. If he didn't want to be honest, then he would remain that way. She wouldn't play.
"No, none of that, I just.." the jester sucks in a breath, letting her eyes dart upward to glimpse his face. The last thing she wanted to do was do add more dramatics, even if they were of joking suggestion, "I'm sorry. I really am."
Guilt. Perhaps this was more about preserving her own sanity than it was actually apologizing to him, but.. the weight on her own mind was heavy. Every waking moment where she was enveloped by silence, she'd wander back to their altercation.
"You don't have to accept it."
Something flickers behind his gaze at the jesters words, something real and dangerous, but it's gone as quickly as it had arrived. Leave it to Pomni to dig her heels in, always looking for a way to read into things that just aren't there. because it can't be there.
Though he'll never say it, for fear of her head getting even BIGGER, her stubborn determination is one of the things he admires most about the little clown. Pomni refuses to take him at his word, something the other circus members are more than happy to do if it means not having to deal with him, and it drives him CRAZY.
Jax scoffs, a quick burst of sound, and this time he does shrug to get the little hand off of his shoulder, but that's the only move he makes to do so and it's half-hearted at best.
"Naaaahh, we're fine. I'm not upset!
-- What could I possibly be upset with you about, Pompom? Besides how much you're starting to sound like Gangle with all the worrying."
There's a little noise from Pomni's own mouth as she's physically shrugged offâ swatted away from the rabbit as if she were nothing more than a buzzing fly that had intruded his space. It's both hurt and offense, though she's pretty sure one of those feelings is stronger than the other.
Withdrawing, she cradles her dismissed hand against her chest. "I acted out against you. I hurt you. Like, physically, Jax. You can't just act like that's something that's okay, because it isn't."
There's a breath. A moment of hesitance.
"You shouldn't.. you shouldn't be tolerating that just for the sake of keeping peace or whatever."
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Anteea twitched. Oh shit. The girlfriend has returned, quick to act natural. Their eyes shifted to where the jingling was coming from, a leg crossed over the other
"Oh hey pompom, what'ca been up to?"
Pomni stops a foot or two in front of Zooble, looking up at them with a smile strewn across her face. "Nothing, really. Just went to visit the cafè upstairs. Apparently Caine added new stuff to the menu, so.."
Her tail is giving little wags as she talks to themâ the jester just happy to be in their presence. Any time with her partner is a good time to her.
"It wasn't terrible, honestly! I think he's actually getting a lot better at replicating actual tastes."
They miss their partners, tails. They miss'em a lot...
Jingling noises.
.. She misses her bunny.
Silence is getting to her, and it's getting to her bad.
Angstier concepts with these designs. My most masochist heart likes a Pomni that is far closer to abstraction than we think
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@that-asshole-jackrabbit
i keep disappearing and reappearing i swear.... i swear i'm trying.....
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[ fifty reasons to touch someone. ] - accepting!
Startled, and immediately annoyed at that being his first reaction, Jax glanced down at the small hand on his shoulder, surprise etched across his features even as his gaze trails along the arm to the tiny jester attached to it, where she sits next to him on the couch.
Itâs odd not looking down at her, he thinks. Sheâs just so small.
Then, as if it had always been there, his mask easy grin slips back into place. He waves a hand at her with a soft scoff, and settles his arms into place behind his headâ notably not shrugging the hand off. Yet.
âDonât worry about it, Pisqueak. You didnât hurt my feelings.â
The jester's cartoonish features stretch downward into a frownâ brows twitching and furrowing before eventually settling upon a look that hopefully read as concern.
She didn't consider herself an expert at reading other by any means, but, there was something about the way that the rabbit spoke to her in that far too lax tone that had set off something in her brain.
It wasn't fine.
"You're allowed to be upset, you know." she murmurs, squeezing down gently upon his shoulder, "You.. should be upset. With me, I mean."
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pspspsps who wants her
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Oh so they want me dead?
[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.
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Jammi wasn't expecting someone to reach out and take his hand, but when he glanced down he saw someone who looked both similar to himself and yet not. "Uh, hey!" he greeted.
"You're lucky you caught me on my day off, or this-" He gestured to their joined hands, "would be five dollars per minute," he finished playfully.
When she had reached out to grab someone's hand, she had expected something akin to a scoff or a snide comment. What she got.. while not entirely off from what she expected, was definitely a lot friendlier compared to what she was used to. This was not the lagomorph she was used to. Not by a long shot.
"Oh! Sorry, I thought you wereâ" Pinwheel-colored eyes shoot down, glimpsing the stranger's hand in her own. "â nevermind."
For a moment, she considers pulling her hand back. Would that look rude, though? It wasn't like he was a plagued beast or something. Just.. a person who now had her clasped, even if it was by mistake.
