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Jax was tired, oh so tired. After a long day of adventuring and putting on a persona he was tired, VERY tired. So tired, in fact, that he didn't bother to talk to anyone after the advent. He just marched to his room, his eyes practically hanging out his sockets.
As he walked to his room, he opened the door, carefully, but desperate. As he clambers inside, the muted pinks and purples surrounding him fill him with a sense of happiness. A sense of safety. He closes the door behind him and sighs as he falls to his knees.
A small tear runs down his cheek as he sits on the floor, soaking it in. He doesn't wipe the tear away or ignore it, he lets it fall. He feels the way it drops onto his arm. How it felt on his purple- skin? Fur? He didn't know. He slowly clambered on his knees towards a small box lying Infront of his bed.
As he pulls out a key, smaller, pink. With a 'J' poorly engraved on it, he feels a familiar twinge in his brain. Just a little longer. He unlocked the box and pulled out a few things; a sippy cup, a colouring pad, a pack of crayons and a Pacifier.
As he goes to close the box, his eyes meet with something else in there. A photo. Huh. He thought he had gotten rid of that one. He picked it up, looking at the frogs familiar face on the front of it. He felt a strike of guilt in his chest and threw it back in the box.
As he closed the box and got up, he moved over to his bed, sitting down and stretching, before relaxing. Finally letting his body just relax. He carefully placed the pacifier in his mouth as he felt himself slowly slip into a state of regression, the thoughts and feelings of everything not entirely going away- no, that'd be too easy. Just being pushed back a little. Like taping a cracked glass bottle, it'll still leak out eventually, but you can ignore it for a little bit.
As he slowly sucked on the pacifier he began to colour, gliding the crayons across the page, not caring if it was near or smooth. He scoffed at his own small, jumbled thought of staying inside the lines. As he hummed softly to himself while colouring, he felt his tail wag.
Huh, that hadn't happened in a while.
And that's when he felt it, for the first time in god knows how long. Safe. Truly safe. Like the world wasn't going to cave in on him, like nobody would care if he was just- himself. He was safe, even if it was just for a small moment.
He was safe.