you and Jax were kinda friends. He liked chilling in your room and questioning you so he knew what he could scare or prank you with. But he soon grew a soft spot for you. You were chill and he liked that about you. You also asked questions back, he liked that you wanted to know things about him and that you were ok with him knowing things about you. He was chilling in your room with you, having your late-night questioning session. Just asking things about the other, things they remember from their real life (which was always a stump because no one remembered anything about their lifes before they got stuck in the circus) Jax was sitting on your bed, his back against the end of your bed frame one of his long legs with his bunny feet on your bed and the other hanging off your bed, one of his arms hanging off the back of the bed frame and his other arm on his lap slightly drooping off his lap, staring at you, his normal smile faded as you two talked.

"So...how come you so quiet? You only really talk when someone brings up a topic you like. How come?"

he tilts his head to the side like the curious little-... well tall bunny he is.