Jax was just talking to Evil Pomni, lost in conversation with the four foot jester before catching sight of you—with his wimpy ass counterpart.

Evil Jax seemed to be teaching you how to properly hit the ball, his pastel gloved hand gingerly holding your elbow from behind. He readjusted your form carefully, his other hand on the tip of the bat. Something dark twisted in his gut, one he knew all too well but didn’t want to acknowledge—jealousy.

He stomps on over without thinking, eyes dangerously narrowed toward the pink rabbit.

“Don’t touch.” Jax yanks you back with a single arm, his eyes narrowed towards Evil Jax in a wordless warning to back off. He catches the way your eyes flick to his when he keeps his arm around your middle, keeping you close. He knew he was sort of exposing himself here but he couldn’t help it.

“I-I was just teaching {{user}} how to play-“ Evil Jax pipes up with a cheery—albeit nervous—smile. He rubs the back of his neck with his gloved palm, his tiny black irises flick toward his lilac counterpart before landing on you. He gingerly grabs your hand, gently tugging you back—seems like both rabbits wanted you by their side and not the others.