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"Stay fregrent, have a good light!- Fragrant, night, BYE!-"
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They all sat at the lounge area, Ragatha spaced out, Pomni seated next to her, unsure what to feel. Zooble bounced their leg, mostly out of anger and hopelessness. Gangle's notebook sat in her lap. Kinger was Kinger.
Jax lay on the purple couch, tapping his fingers together, just staring at the lights.
"Jax, what in the F-CK were you thinking!?" He turned his head to see Zooble absolutely fuming.
Jax just blinks stupidly, "What are you even tal-"
"And don't even start with the bullsh-t!" They cut him off, their eye twitching. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you pressed that f-cking button. " They point a finger accusingly.
"Because I knew it was one of Cains stupid adventures! You guys shouldn't have been so hopeful about that npc guy." Is all he replies, looking away right after.
Zooble clenches their fists, "But what if it was real? You would've messed up our one chance just to prove something!?"
Jax sighs, "look, it wasn't even real. It's over. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Thats not the point, the point is that you would risk us being trapped here over being wrong." Zooble crosses their arms, their expression turning somber.
Gangle fidgets with her ribbons, "I... Don't think we should still be talking about this..." She brings her ribbon knees to her face, her arms hugging them.
Zooble looks over to her, "Gangle... We can't just ignore his actions."
Gangle wipes a tear from her mask, another reappearing, " I-I know, but... Talking about leaving can... Make you feel worse, in a way, than you already do."
Zooble's hand's run over their face, exhausted. "I was just... So ready to have my life again. I had dreams." They pace for awhile, " I... I just wanted to make my mark out there, make a difference somewhere."
Pomni, comforting a teary Ragatha, speaks next, "I think we all thought that way. But... Being unable to leave, to be there for others out there, we just have to be here for each other right now." She stands slowly, "After all, the only thing we have left, is each other."
Zooble crosses their arms once more, "I know.. it just-" they sit down next to Gangle, who pats their back, "I-it really sucks... My reality being crushed and all."
The circus light reflects from Gangle's mask, "I still think you've made a difference here." She smiled, wringing her ribbons together.
Zooble blinked their tear away, leaning in to give Gangle a hug, who hugged right back with a smug expression.
After that the topic changed... Weird, they really gave up like that. Jax stood to head to his room, nobody stopping him. Only Pomni looking at him with a worried expression.
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Pomni watches as Jax heads to the hallway to his room, still rubbing circles onto Ragatha's back.
"Ragatha...?" She doesn't respond immediately, " Ragatha." Then, she startles with a quiet 'huh?'
She waved her hand in front of the ragdoll, "You okay?" She nodded at first, forgetting to speak.
"O-oh, uh, yea. I'm okay.." she sighs, Brushing her yarn curls out of her face, then resting her hands in her lap.
It's awkward in their space, only the sound of Zooble and Gangle chatting, "How are you holding up?"
The jester messes with the bells on her hat before speaking up, "I'm doing fine. We were just talking about being here for each other when we need it." They give each other a little smile, Ragatha looks away quickly after, her smile never reaching her eyes.
"It's like you said, chasing an unattainable goal can... Exhaust you. We should just take care of what we have here, each other."
Ragatha rubs her plush arm, " Yea... You're right.-"
"Hey," Zooble is in front of them, when did they-?
"You guys wanna hang out in Gangle's room with us? We were gonna draw to get our minds off of... Y'know."
Pomni looks at Ragatha, who softly nods, "uh, yea! Sure." She helps Ragatha stand up, "Uh...You coming too, Kinger?"
"...Coming where?" One eye blinks before the other.
Right as Pomni is about to say, Zooble interrupts, "Gangle's room to draw. We can make paper butterflies, too."
Kinger perks up at that, " GASP, An insect collection? Sure!"
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