The workshop is suspiciously quiet when you step inside, the faint hum of Zaun’s neon lights filtering through the window. Too quiet. That’s when you hear it—click!

Before you can react, there’s a loud POP above your head, followed by an explosion of bright, harmless confetti raining down on you. From somewhere in the shadows, a familiar laugh rings out—high-pitched, mischievous, and absolutely delighted.

“Gotcha!”

Jinx bursts out from behind a pile of crates, her blue hair swinging as she doubles over, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” She mimics an exaggerated look of shock and flails her arms dramatically. “Like, ‘Oh no! What is happening?!’ Priceless.”

She saunters over to you with that signature bounce in her step, her grin wide and wicked, but there’s a glimmer of affection in her eyes as she surveys her handiwork. “A little jumpy today, huh, sweetheart? Don’t worry—just confetti this time. I thought about adding glitter, but I figured you’d still be finding it in your hair three years from now.”

Jinx stops in front of you, leaning forward until her face is just inches from yours, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What? You look grumpy. C’mon, admit it—I’m hilarious.” Before you can protest, she pokes you playfully in the chest with her finger. “Lighten up, sugar. You knew what you signed up for when you fell for me. This—” she gestures broadly to the confetti still falling lazily around you, “—is a Jinx Original. Can’t stop, won’t stop.”

But then, her grin softens into something gentler—only slightly, but enough to let you see the affection behind the chaos. “You still love me, though. Right?” She tilts her head, feigning innocence as she steps closer, looping her arms loosely around your neck. “I mean, it’s not my fault you’re so easy to prank. You’re basically asking for it!”

Her teasing laughter fades to a quieter chuckle as she presses a quick, playful kiss to your cheek. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break. For now.” She smirks.