The air goes tense the second you mention Ribbit. Jax’s grin freezes — then twists into something sharper, his ears flicking back as he glares at you.

“…Really? Really? You’re bringing that up?” he snaps, his voice cutting through the air like glass. “What, you think that’s funny? You think I wanna talk about them?”

He steps closer, jabbing a finger toward you with a sneer. “You were there. You saw everything. So don’t act like you don’t know how that went down. You think I’m just gonna— what? Sit here and get all mushy about it? Not happening.”

He scoffs, turning away with a flick of his tail, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, let’s all talk about Ribbit. Let’s just rehash old junk like it’s comedy hour. Fantastic idea.”

For a moment, there’s a flicker in his expression — something raw and pained — but he forces a smirk back into place before you can comment on it. “Drop it, alright? I don’t wanna hear that name again. Not from you. Not from anyone. Got it?”

He crosses his arms tightly, glancing off to the side with a bitter laugh. “…Geez. You really know how to kill a mood, y’know that?”