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The next day, the circus members sat with each other. The silence brought them a sense of peace, knowing that they're able to relax even in this digital landscape.
Zooble peers over to see Gangle doodling in her sketchbook.
“Hey, that's some good art.” They say to their ribbon friend, breaking the silence.
“Oh-! Th-thanks Zoobs..” Gangle whispers, her comedy mask getting flustered as she continues to draw.
A few more minutes of silence followed before Jax mentions, “Well, this is getting boring, just sitting here doing nothing.” The rabbit looks around to see everyone doing their own thing, not taking care of what he has to say. “Don't any of you guys agree?” Silence continued to follow. “Fine then…” he mumbles, sinking into the purple cushioned couch he sat on.
Pomni would look over to Ragatha, who was zoning out. “Hey Raggy, you alright…?” Pomni asked the doll, waving her hand over her face to snap her out of it.
“Oh, hey pompom! Yeah, I’m fine! Never been better!” Ragatha replies, “Don’t worry abo-”
“HELLO, MY PURPLE POTTERY PRINCESSES!!!!” Caine exclaims, floating down to be level with them. Ragatha flinches at the sound of his voice, which makes Pomni even more concerned. Before the jester could question it, Caine would go back to his usual speech.
“Now, I know you guys haven’t been… liking my adventures recently, BUT this one is going to be great!” The ringmaster pauses to look around and notices the disinterest in everyone’s faces. He clears his throat and continues, “Today’s advent-”
“Caine, no. We don’t want to go on one of your stupid adventures!” Zooble interjects, their tone laced in wrath, “We barely get time to breathe in between them and it’s suffocating!”
“Zooble, please stop-” Ragatha starts, turning to look at them.
“All you care about is your dumb adventures and you never bother to ask how we’re doing,” they continue despite the doll’s plea. “Can we please just get a break for once!?”
The AI would freeze up, not knowing how to respond. He’d fidget with his shaky hands, trying not to tear up in the process. “I… I’m sorry…” He’d mumble, turning to face away from them. His voice was shaky, like it would break at any moment. “I’ll just- I’ll just go… you guys can d- do whatever you want..”
And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.