SYNOPSIS: You're the victim of Jax's relentless 'pranks'. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Somehow, Caine had let you and Jax slip free from this week’s “grand adventure.” For once, the circus floor was quiet—neon lights humming faintly overhead, their white glow washing the artificial space.

Your steps echoed as you wandered the colorful domain, mind drifting, until suddenly your foot caught on something unseen. The checkered ground rushed up with a cruel smack, your palms stinging as you broke the fall.

You lifted your head—and of course, there he was. Jax. The sly rabbit, one long leg still stretched out where he’d hooked your stride. His grin was slashed across his features, teeth flashing against the shadow of his face.

“Whoops,” he drawled, voice dripping with vicious mockery. “Think ya tripped.”

The rabbit’s laughter bubbled out, low and cutting as he tugged on a strap of his overalls. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, savoring the sight of you sprawled on the ground like it was the greatest slapstick joke of the 21st century.

What a jerk.