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“That ‘adventure’ was horrible,” Zooble muttered the moment they got back to the circus. Why had they been dragged into that mess? They'd told Caine enough times how much they disliked them, yet here they were, feeling more irritated by the minute.
“Oh, come onnn,” the tall bunny retorted with a playful smirk, hands on his hips and that ever-present grin stretching across his face. “I thought it was hilarious when they used your limbs to build that robot,” he waved them off, pretending to hold back a laugh as they shot him a glare, annoyance flickering in they're eyes.
The red-haired one pressed her lips into a thin line, repressing a groan. “Guys, please, we just got back,” Ragatha tried, her hands already working on pulling the sticky goo out of her licorice-looking hair. Sadly, it was glued to her locks like cement. Pomni cringed, watching Ragatha struggle - yikes.
And then came the “mighty” Caine, popping up out of thin air in a cloud of smoke, stretching all his limbs. Probably awaiting some sort of applause for just being there. “You guys seem in a sticky situation! Let me fix that..” Were they all covered in black goo or ink? Hard to tell. Some robot had exploded on them just before they got back; it wasn't a pretty sight. But with Caine, they got back to normal within half a second.
“I kinda liked Zooble before; they matched they're ‘edgy’ personality,” Jax teased. Of course, he'd say that, the only one who didn't get covered with that… ink, using Ragatha as a shield, much to her dismay.
“You little…” The colorful one, Zooble, was not having this. Having gotten mocked the whole adventure. “Why do you keep acting like that!?” They took a step closer to him, and he brought up his hands subconsciously, taking a step back. “Hey now, I'm just jokinggg, what? Can't take a joke?” He smirked, dragging out the word to purposely anger them. His cheeks were aching from the continuous smiling, but he wouldn't complain; he never had before, so why would he now?
Ragatha, sensing the tension once more, tried to step in but stopped. Venting out feelings wasn't bad, right? Fidgeting instead with her hands, looking quite unsure. (Oh, how she would be mistaken).
As they bickered, she could also notice Caine eating popcorn before Bubble gobbled up the whole box. Seriously?
“Why can't you take anything seriously?” Zooble snapped, they're frustration bubbling to the surface after hours of chaos. It wasn’t just today that had annoyed her - he was a walking disaster! She was sure he had been close to abstracting someone (if he hadn’t already caused one or two incidents). He was also extremely selfish and totally oblivious to everyone's feelings around him - an egotistical psychopath, not caring for anyone except himself.
“Aww, you’re making me blush,” Jax teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he placed his hand over his chest, fidgeting with the small tuft of fur he had there. "I try my best, you know." He gave them a wink, completely unfazed by they're annoyance. Zoobles's irritation grew by the second; why didn't he care?
Zoobles's eyes narrowed, the frustration in they're chest threatening to explode. So, instead of backing down, they took a step toward him, and if a gaze could kill, he would've dropped to the floor by now. “You think this is funny?” they practically growled. “Because if you are, you're not funny!”
“I try my best Zoobs,” he just remarked sarcastically, putting his hand on his chest, lightly fidgeting with the little chest fur he had. Zooble was just having a moment; they would get over it soon with no worry, probably.
Zoobles own mindset didn't agree with his own; they're fingers twitched in frustration. They wanted to choke him and punch him. It was like talking to a wall! He just deflected and teased, if you could even call that teasing! She wished so badly she could just find a sore spot, something to make him at least try to be nicer. How come he had blackmail on them but none of them had any on him?
So, fed up by his frustrations, they did the first thing they came up with, that being to push him, reach out their uneven hand, and use they're power to shove him. The action caused him to stumble; luckily for him, he did not fall. Zooble wasn't happier after her attempt to do such a simple task; pushing the jerk failed.
The others let out a collective gasp at the scene. “Zooble - calm down!” Ragatha practically begged. They hadn't gotten fighting yet. But Zooble, they... didn't really know when to stop. Especially when they were enraged. Luckily, Caine was here - never mind... he had seemingly disappeared. Wasn't he the type to stop a fight whenever he saw one coming? Bubble probably stole his hat or something stupid.
“No, Ragatha! He hurts us, bullies us, and just makes our life hell!” Zooble had turned to Ragatha, throwing they're hand in the air. Seriously? Why did Ragatha take Jax's side?
Zoobles let they're hands lower, making a fist with their hands and pressing until they're fingertips palled. They glanced back, no, glared at Jax. Staring into his soul, the bunny resisted a shiver.
“Do you really think so lowly of me?” He asked instead, making puppy eyes in a half-eye roll. His classic smile was still there, but it was tightly forced on. It was a real question, but the others didn't notice; they never did.
“I think worse of you.” The words were laced with venom, and Jax was taken aback, his classic yellow smile dropping like a smacked fly.
“Anddd that's enough!” Caine made comically big hands, separating the two before they disappeared. “No arguing on the job!” He said, bopping Jax on the nose. Or where he'd have a nose originally, making him reel back. “I didn't even do anything! And where were you?” Jax narrowed his eyes in annoyance, hiding the hurt in his voice from Zooble's statement.
He knew they disliked him; he knew, but it didn't make him feel better. Especially if it was screamed into his own face.
“Uh… no comment! For your arguing, you'll be grounded for one day!” Caine just came up with, making both arguing deadpan. “We're not kids for f#ck's sake!” They yelled at Caine before they proofed, making it go quiet in the circus, just for a second.
And then it was Jax's turn, falling butt-first into the ground with a yelp. Looking around he noticed he was in his room. And on his door? There was a half-invisible text on that read; 23:59:52, supposedly a timer as he watched its number change each second, ticking in absolute silence.
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This was stupid.
But it was kind of deserved, wasn't it?