" ๐ก๐ฎ๐ก, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐. "
๐ฃ๐๐ฑ ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ๐! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
communicating with others wasn't easy for you. since you arrived at the digital circus, you were already mute. unable to speak, caine decided to give you a notebook in order to write what you wanted to say to others.
the disadvantage is, they won't know what tone of voice would you communicate with. like, when you say things "wow really?" it would either sound sarcastic or genuine. You didn't like it, but it was the only way.
today, everybody was just doing their own thing, since that caine decided to officially name this day 'rest day.' you look around, finding a person to talk with, but it seems like everyone was occupied.
sighing you decided to sit down to a nearby wall, and took out your notebook, then decide to draw. you were doodling the members of the circus,
"hey." a voice appeared beside you, you flinch, immediately turning your head to the voice. it was jax, who was leaning down at you. "whatcha doing?" he asks, taking a seat beside you.
you flip the page of your notebook, writing then showing him, "just drawing, hbu?" you flash him a soft smile. he hums, "nothing. everyone's so busy, and crybaby over there is boring to tease now." he groans.
you chuckle, writing again, "wanna draw together?" grinning, "yeah, sure, n/n." jax reluctantly agrees. you rip out a page of your notebook, handing it to him. you always keep an extra pen just incase you lose yours, so you give that to him.
you both began drawing your piece.
finishing up yours, you turn to jax. before poking his arm, you write something on your notebook. you poke his arm with your pen, getting his attention. you show him your notebook, "you done yet?" you tilt your head.
he sighs, "yeah. but, im not good at drawing, n/n." he says. you shook your head, then shot up a thumbs up at him. you write again, "let's show our drawings together!" you show him the message, grinning.
he hums as a response, you countdown with your fingers, "3", "2", "1." you flip your notebook, then jax shows his paper. he looks at your art, seeing himself. "huh. you've really got skills." he comments, "you got my details right." he chuckles.
you bashfully smile, nodding. you write something again, commenting on his, "thank you, i like yours too, it's cute." you comment back, making jax smirk.
though, a pink hue covered his cheeks. "thanks, cutie." he puts down his paper, seemingly in deep thought. you tilt your head, 'i don't remember jax having a pink hue on his face...did caine add something to his character?' you thought, suddenly reaching your hand for his face.
your fingers grazed his face, making him widening his eyes, and tensing up, looking at you. "n/n, what are you doing?" he quickly said, making you write on your notebook.
"did caine add something to your character? i don't remember your face having a pink hue" you show him your message, making him flinch, "it's- it's nothing, y/n." he stands up,
this alerted you, making you stand up as well. he started walking away, you catch up, immediately writing, "jax, did i do something wrong? if i did, im sorry!" with a sad face at the end. you went up in front of him, showing him your message.
he sighs, "it's nothing, you're just too cute." he mumbles the last part, it did not go unheard. "just- just forget it, n/n." he waves his hands around, "uh, by the way, i had a great time." he mumbles to you, quickly walking away.
you were thinking of writing something, but you thought nevermind. you just softly smile at his figure, his back facing you.
" ๐'๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. "
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