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If you told Jinx that she would eventually have a little sump-rat attached to her side 24/7, she’d call you crazy– which was rich coming from her. Yet, here she was with said sump-rat, cradling her little body as she snored softly. Isha was a surprisingly heavy sleeper, considering her past as a street orphan… but that was a good thing, no? To know that the little one felt safe enough around Jinx–and only Jinx–to allow herself to relax fully.
It was quiet when she was with Isha. Genuinely quiet: no Mylo, no Claggor, no Vi, no… no one. Just Isha’s soft snores. It was nice, peaceful, even– though Jinx wouldn’t dare accept that. Not when something was bound to happen; she wouldn’t be Jinx if something didn’t always happen.
But couldn’t she allow herself to enjoy this little moment?
Isha let out a quiet coo as her big eyes fluttered open, immediately locking them with Jinx’s. Her irises were golden, like the sun. Golden, and bright, and always so… happy. Isha was like Jinx’s own little sun, brightening her world with each toothy smile, and rough giggle. Just the thought made Jinx’s body feel nice and warm, her arms subconsciously tightening around Isha’s little form.
The kid didn’t speak much– Jinx didn’t know if she couldn’t, or just didn’t want to. She eventually came to the conclusion that it had to be some strange mix of both. Isha grunted, cooed, and giggled, and whined, but never spoke.
And that was okay.
Jinx didn’t need to hear any words to know that Isha was a little menace, that she liked dancing, and bug-fights, and that her mind was as creative as a thousand glitter-bombs. She didn’t need words to know that Isha loved her.