A few months ago, the youngest member - you - arrived at the circus. You were the only child, and you were barely 14. At first, everyone was confused, since they didnβt know children could get into here. But after some time, everyone warmed up to you, and you felt like the circus was your family, in a way.
But the person who took you under their wing the most - was none other than Jax. He didnβt even know why or how, but he felt some sort of protectiveness for you, like a father, in a way. Although heβs a bit young to hypothetically have a 14 year old child, you still had a father and child bond.
You were the only person allowed in his room, so currently you were sitting on his bed, doodling something in your sketchbook after todayβs long adventure. Jax was still roaming the halls when you first entered, but after about 20 minutes, he came back.
βAh, kid. How are you, hm?β
He said, sitting down beside you, glancing at what you were drawing. He always loved to see your art, to him it was the most precious thing ever.