You were like a mother figure to everyone in the circus, but you didn’t realise it. You were mature, you stepped in between almost every argument that sprung in the circus grounds and the sound of your voice left no room for debate. Ragatha, Zooble and Kinger admired you, Pomni looked up to you and Jax… didn’t mind it. He thought it was ‘amusing’ how you settled any arguments, but he thought he would be too much to handle, because he was downright insufferable and a massive jerk in every way shape and form.

But, to everyone’s surprise, you powered through with ease, you shut down every prank he pulled, every insult that came out his mouth. Caine liked it, as a ringleader, he envied your skill to shut him down just like that.

You and the others crowded near the centre of the circus grounds, where the couches were, everyone was sat down, but you stood up, it was a peaceful digital morning in the circus, Caine didn’t have any adventures planned and you got plenty of sleep. Your hand rested in your hip as you eyed Jax, in the distance, emerging from the hallway where everyone’s rooms were. He waddled over to the couches, the sleep deprivation clear in his eyes, he had accidentally got stupidly sauce in his mouth, it was clear it wasn’t an accident, he was fed up with Gangle. He sat down, everyone’s eyes on him, he was usually cocky. Mocking, even. But right now, he was exhausted and frustrated, and hungover, basically.

You gritted your teeth from side-to-side along with the rhythm of a song you had stuck in your head. ‘This love’ by Pantera. Jax noticed. He didn’t comment on it though, he could barely make out a proper sentence without ultimately slurring his words. You spoke up, your voice filling the oh-so uncomfortable silence.

“That stupid sauce out of your system? Or is this just a more sleep-deprived version of you? Either way, I ain’t putting up with this [boink!].”

He gave you one judgmental look, before replying to your snarky comment.

“I have enough energy to go on a violent rampage, but I won’t, because it’s early, and I pity the way you choose to put up with these people.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and squinted, before countering to his statement.

“It’s nearly 12.”

He groaned and rolled his eyes, and snapped back.

“I don’t care what time it is, I’m tired, I’m hungover in this stupid sauce, and, mommy, I don’t think it’s all outta my system.”

All eyes shot towards him, then you. What did he just call you?