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Robot Muses // Sentence Starters

"Er... No cuts, no buts, no coconuts...?"

He wasn't sure what the "first law of robotics" was even supposed to be. Was that something they were just automatically programmed with? Or something the humans made up for fun?

Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus! [x]

He looks up at her from his position on the floor, a hand wiping at the tears falling down his cheek. He looks pathetic, and he feels even moreso, but he frankly just doesn't have it in him to care in front of a...a talking...chess piece.

It was good advice. Kindhearted advice. He should be acting like that, keeping in mind they didn't have what he had before this and they were trying their best, instead of being such a harsh critic of everyone else's efforts here. He just...wasn't in the space to fully accept it. Not right now. Everything felt too fresh...

...But he already had something of a soft spot for her. He usually went out of his way to try to listen to her.

"...You're right. You're right, you're right, I know...I get it."

He brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them as he put his head face-down on his legs.

" pathetic. "

pinwheel gaze was nowhere near his, instead fixed on her gloved hands which were spread out before her. hard to tell whether that unamused tone was directed at him or not. cause at first, at least for a few seconds, she refuses to acknowledge him. slit pinwheels finally grace him with a look, a cold look of disdain that could slice him in half if she blinked.

that there confirms it. she was actually speaking to him.

YOUR POKER FACE COULD MAKE THEM MELT

"I don't mean to be t-too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now."

You know that silly yet playful taunting demeanor Jax usually displays? Gone. Gone in an instant as soon as his doppelganger appears. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to kill them before, and that feeling hasn't gone away despite their reappearance. He can feel himself starting to get angry all over again; eyes locked on the other rabbit, pupils narrowed and glaring.

"Then don't be. In fact, be the opposite of forward and go away." Jax tosses his arms out wide to either side of him, "There's a whoooooooole circus for you to prance around in, so why are you here, bothering me?"

The rabbit draws his arms back in, tight and rigid against his sides. As he suddenly advances, he could feel the sense of violence wanting to overtake him like before. It'd be easy... Like snapping a toothpick. He could just reach out and choke them. His neck was scrawny, thin like his. All it would take would be for him to wrap his gloved fingers around and-

Jax abruptly stops, his breath hot and shaky. He deliberately takes a few steps back and reaches for one of the straps of his overalls; rubbing it between his fingers as a way to soothe himself.

"I don't need a friend, I don't need any friends so just... fuck off, alright?"

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IT'S UNBEARABLE FOR ME TO SEE YOU

I'll see you soon.

A little vague for his liking- Just what does she mean by 'I'll see you soon'? Now curious, Jax can't help but follow after; his long legs quickly gaining upon the queen chess piece. Come to think of it... There isn't much he knows about Queenie other than she's Kinger's wife and while he didn't make it much of a habit to get too close to the other circus members, he at least liked to touch-base; perhaps find out what she likes and dislikes so he can use it to his advance for a prank later on down the line.

"Hey now, what's the rush? Don't you wanna mingle with the others for a bit before heading off to your room?" He slides in front of her, crossing his arms loosely in front of him.

"No, no... I get it. Hanging with those losers can be a bit of a snooze fest sometimes, but I'm different from them. I'm fun and exciting to be around." Jax chuckles some, his head tilting off to the side a bit, "You're Kinger's wife, yeah? How did you two meet? Did you get dragged into this hell-hole along with him?" Maybe how Ribbit and he got stuck here.

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IT'S EXTREME SELF-TORTURE BUT I FEEL FANTASTIC

You weren't supposed to hear that.

Jax gives a bit of a scoff at those words, his eyes rolling. As he goes to settle a hand on his hip, he takes a few steps forward, now effectively hovering over Gangle; looming over her like he usually does when he wants to make her uneasy. It was simply too easy for him to do. Perhaps that's why he liked picking on her so much, because of how receptive she was to his taunts. If there was no response to his playful jabs, then it just wasn't any fun. Then again, maybe there was an entirely different reason he sought her out of the others the most. Only he knew.

And while this was fun, he does hope one day she'll stand up to him and speak her mind, because oh- That'd be really interesting to see.

"If I wasn't meant to hear that, then maybe don't say it out loud?" He goes on to tease, that playful grin of his sliding into place, "Ever heard the phrase of 'keeping it to yourself'? Well, it's out, so go on and repeat what you just said. I'm all ears." Jax makes a vague gesture towards his ears; gaze attentive and waiting.

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