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Jax enters his room lazily, flopping down onto his bed immediately. The adventure for the day was grueling, yet boring at the same time. He doesn’t care to change into his pajamas and instead stays in his uncomfortably pink overalls. They’re worn and have few patches sewn on by Ragatha after previous adventures have torn them. She left him some sewing supplies so he can sew patches onto his overalls on his own, but he long forgot the lesson.
He sits up in his bed, leaning against the back of the bed frame. He pulls up his sheets and crawls underneath them. He ignores the nearly blinding light of the lamp on his bedside table and tries his best to fall asleep, although sleep isn’t a necessity.
He tosses and turns in his almost sleep-like state, finding it difficult to fall into his slumber from the uncomfortable lumps in his mattress. He jolts up harshly, his ears falling behind his head as he clicks off his lamp, thinking it’s what’s causing his sleep distress.
As his head falls back onto his pillow he hears rapid footsteps pacing up and down the hallway outside his door. He can’t pin-point whose footsteps they are due to the speed of the steps, but they sound smaller. Perhaps Gangle or Pomni? But neither of them would want to spend any time around him, let alone anyone in the circus.
Jax decides to ignore it and attempts to go back to sleep. But the steps become more rapid, more harsh, eventually sounding near-like stomps as apposed to just pacing. The footsteps come to a halt at Jax’s door. Now come on, who on circus would want to specifically be at HIS door of all circus members.
He hears a few knocks at his door, soft ones. Ignored.
The person knocks again, more than last time, but the same softness. Gods why cant they leave him alone!
They knock again, harsher. Go away!
Whoever was outside his door probably decided they had enough because they open his door. It slams against the wall, bouncing back near hitting Pomni in the face. He turns over in his bed- POMNI?!
Why on circus would Pomni of ALL people want to see Jax of all people? He’s a jerk to her. To be honest he’s a jerk to everyone, but ESPECIALLY her. There’s no way she actually wants to see Jax. She was probably dared to do this by Zooble or.. no, no one else would do that. It had to have been Zooble-
“Jax?” Pomni speaks, faintly. The light from the hallway spilling into the room, showing her silhouette. Jax ignores her, pushing his head further into the pillow.
“Jax I know you’re awake.”
“No I’m not.” Jax whines from his pillow. Only faintly being heard by Pomni. She walks further into the room, shutting the door behind her with her foot.
Pomni taps at his shoulder, trying to wake him from his restless position. When he doesn’t react she decides to up the anti. She moves where she taps him, tickling him on his neck. That’s what works.
He giggles his way around his bed, trying not to die laughing while telling her to fuck off. His sheets spill off his bed as his body seizes at the sweet, sharp pain.
“AH- Okay, Pomni the hell do you want?!” He snaps, Pomni pulling her hand back off his neck and shaking it.
“I uh, need some help with something.”
“And what could that something be at this hour?”
“Well I know that Ragatha had made you some patches on your overalls so I figured she also taught you how to do them yourself an-”
“Skip to the point already, I’m getting tired again.”
“Jeez okay fine.” Pomni sighs. “Can you help me fix my suit?”
“That ol thing? What part of it needs a fix, other than the whole colour scheme and fit of the thing.” Jax jokes as he sits up in bed, ruffling his face fluff and fixing his ears.
“It…ripped?” She says confused, gesturing to the large gashes in her hat and bodysuit. “When me and Kinger jumped down the pit in the mansion it kinda-”
“Yeah yeah, I get it. Ripped ya suit now you need me to fix it blah blah.” He points to his bottom dresser drawer. “That drawer has the needles n fabric n shit you need. F*ck around and have fun I guess.” Jax says, flopping back down on his bed, hoping Pomni will just get what she needs and skedaddle away. Back to her room, whatever that may be.
“Jax.”
“what now?”
“I.. don’t know how to…sew.” Great just one more problem Jax has to deal with tonight. First not being able to sleep and now Pomni showing up in her small tank top and brief shorts that show off her curves just right, wanting to sew some patches onto her dumb suit. It doesn’t even look right on her. It hugs her in ALL the wrong places, the shape of it just makes her look ugly. And OH that hat, that hat is just keeping back her gorgeous hair, its sharp and definitely cut wrong, but its beautiful. Wait a minute! Shut up, back on track.
“Amazing! Well I’ll just take so much time out of my night to help you fix your already broken suit.” Jax spews sarcastically.
“Y-you really don’t have to I could just-”
“No, no its fine! I’ll gladly help you out.” He stands up, brushing Pomni aside before moving to his dresser, picking out some colours of fabric that would roughly go well with her suit.
“Will this work?” He asks, holding back a black and red, star-patterned fabric sample.
“Y-yeah, it should. Uhm, thank you, Jax. I really appreciate it.”
“Mhm.” he pauses for a moment. “Don’t fuckin mention this to anyone, got it?” She nods as jax clears his bed, making space for their project.
“Okay lay your suit flat in the middle. And put your hat to the sides” He begins to teach her the basics of starting to sew. He shows her how to NOT poke herself with the needle. Which she does so anyways, but eventually gets the hang of it. The knot is the hardest part for her to get the hang of. She can completely do an entire row of stitches, but she will easily forget to do the knot.
They practice for a few hours on scrap pieces of fabric before she feels confident enough to actually fix her suit. Pomni makes it halfway through the first patch before Jax looks like he’s about to pass out again.
Pomni scoots closer to him, letting him lean his head against her shoulder.
“Im really happy you’re letting me do this. And I’m glad you were able to help me” Jax responds with a half knowledge “uhuh”.
“If I were anyone else in the circus I think i would’ve been half-dead by now. But I know you wouldn’t do anything horrid to me. Especially not after I helped you out.”
Pomni keeps speaking to Jax as he slowly dozes off. She makes sure he’s fully asleep before talking about the things she really want to.
“You know, I wish I could tell you how I like you. And I know you do too, I can see it in your eyes, and the way you smile at me versus the others. But I know you’ll never admit it to me let alone anyone else here. But if you are listening, which I’m sure you’re not, I do love you too. Forever and always, even if you don’t show it back.”
Pomni finishes the last few stitches on the final patch. Cutting off the access she puts the fabric scraps and thread back in the drawer, taking the scissors and needles with her. She can’t trust Jax with them for the time being. Pomni puts her suit and hat on a hanger before giving Jax a kiss on his forehead goodbye and tucking him in bed. She turns off all the lights in his room and exits quietly. Leaving Jax with his own thoughts, relishing in everything she had said.