Sorry, rules are rules! Bugs get put in Ragatha's room, and arachnids get f[$%@!]ed

A frown took over his face, before he finally turned towards her. "What? You want proof I was crying? You got it." He gritted his teeth.

"You should," he grumbled, turning away as if to hide his face, despite her having already seen it, tears and all.

Propping up an arm on his knee to help hide his face from her, he mumbled again. "You should go be with the others."

"11 obviously!"

After his breathing had slowed from a pant to something manageable he took a huge breath and released it, before looking over at Ragatha with a glare, the edges of his eyes slightly red, tears having already dried. He seemed angry, but not at her.

"The hell do you want...?"

There was no response from him, but as she walked around she could hear his heavy breathing, finding him seated on an unused stage by a pile of props, hand on his chest in the dark as he tried controlling his breathing. Was he... Crying? There were tears streaming down his face...

— was gone; one of the abstracted creatures had gotten out of the cellar. It almost got Ragatha, before Caine had been able to send it back and lock it up. It was over, but the intense fear was still there, the fear of... losing someone he cares about. A thing he'd tried to lock up long ago.

Jax's head was pounding, him having fled through the tent to one of the many unused sets kept back behind the curtains. A great place to go if you don't want to be found. He couldn't get control of his breathing, hyperventilating through his rabid panic attack. Why was he panicking? The creature —

((Honestly I didn't know that I liked it twice, these apps look exactly the same xD I can send a jax one here!))

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