#tearfulribbons

|| The chart. IT GROWS ||

“O-Oh! Um- thank you! You’re… the evil Jax? Right? Heh, I’m a bit surprised Caine let you stay in the tent.” Ragatha chuckled, softly touching the flower in her hair. “N-Not that I’m not happy you’re here! You seem very nice!”

"Y-Yep, still here..."

Frankly, he would've picked anyone who was physically closest to him. His moments of clarity didn't tend to last for long, as oppressive and ever-confusing as his thoughts tended to be, so he didn't feel he had time to be picky. But he found himself nodding at her suggestion.

Despite towering a good few feet over her, Bruce let himself be guided to a couch he hadn't yet noticed; a few claws wrapped in the silk ribbon that was Gangle's hand.

Between Pomni when he first arrived and this stranger-- going out of her way to ease the discomfort-- they had both been so kind, and gentle at their explanations of the sudden shift of reality. And nothing short of accommodating. Barring the inability to leave-- and perhaps the painfully colorful interior-- a part of Bruce's mind wondered how the Circus could be so terrible a place to be stuck for awhile.

"...Beckett, Bryce-"

Bruce's eyes flicked up. It sounded familiar, but almost like-

"-and Bruce."

The sharklike creature straightened completely, beady eyes wide. The realization nearly hit him like a train. Bits and pieces of his own greetings falling back into place like millions of puzzle pieces clicking together to reveal a concrete picture. "THAT'S IT!" Bruce bellowed in a voice far louder than he had anticipated, energy carried by the sudden euphoria of feeling a missing piece filled. Beaming from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear, he sprang up from the couch. "THAT'S MY NAME!"

So much energy with nowhere to go, Bruce very nearly got carried away as proceeded to pick up Gangle in his arms and twirl her with glee. Mid-spin, self-awareness dragged his feet down from the proverbial clouds and a slightly abashed but still giddy shark returned Gangle back to the ground.

Not what he was hoping for, but it was also what he expected. A sigh left the rabbit, and a small ‘oof’ when he found himself knocked into, uprighting himself enough to barely hover his hands over her.

Still wasn’t the best with physical affection.

“It’s…fine, you’ll be fine…” He repeated the mantra, more to soothe himself than her.

"I didn't know you could draw. It's a beautiful dress."

​He nearly jumps out of his seat and turns the paper around INSTANTLY.