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“I'm worried… about Jax..” Pomni wrung her hands, pinching the ends of her gloves.
“Jax? Did he..? Did he threaten you?” Ragatha felt her heart drop, despite her talk with kinger she still couldn't help but blame herself for leaving Pomni with Jax, her hand wrapped the wooden arm of her rocking chair.
“What.? No! No no.. I'm worried for him, I mean..” she shuffled on ragatha's bed, “I've never met someone before they abstracted but…” she could only make herself make eye contact for a second at a time before looking back at her hands, or the bed or anything else. “it was… well it kinda started after we got Zooble out, we were celebrating and… well he started saying all this stuff… and … I'm sorry I don't know how to explain it.” she'd started tearing up part way through, remembering the argument made her so angry and confused and all these other things all over again.
“Take your time.” Ragatha leant back, picking her knitting back up, “it's ok, just… just take all the time you need.”
She took a breath and blinked away the tears, “I mean… it was utter bullsh@#£.. I think.. the whole adventure we were getting along fine, talking and stuff, but he just suddenly… went off about how we were never friends and that he didn't care, insisting that I shoot him.. we fought.. or, no. I fought him, but I… he… IT’S BULLSH%@#.” Her voice cracked, she wanted to throw something or hit something but there was nothing nearby that was throwable or hittable so she threw herself off the bed and hit the floor face first, “I don't understaaaaaand… and now he's avoiding me and acting super weird..” her voice muffled into the carpet at ragatha's feet
Ragatha was startled by Pomni, but slid out of the chair and sat with crossed legs by her side, “And.. you think he's in danger of abstraction?” she continued her knitting.
“Yes..? I don't know..” she tilted her head towards Ragatha, but soon turned back into the carpet, screaming and bashing the floor with her fists, which just ended up making little ‘bmp bmp bmp’ noises. Eventually, she just lay defeated in a starfish position. “… what do I do, Ragatha?”
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Jax was throwing and hitting things. In his room, just about anything and everything was being thrown or hit, at some point he just started methodically going along his shelf and tossing everything behind him into a pile, which he then kicked in all directions.
In all the kicking, he stubbed his toe on the leg of his bed, “AAUgHHHhhhnnnnnⁿⁿⁿ” he grabbed his foot and hopped, slipping over one of the many things on the floor and landing on his back. Laying spread out over his stuff, lots of it probably irreversibly broken…
He stared at his stupid ceiling but his anger refused to quell. He reached into his big stupid pocket and pulled out the stupid picture he took with Pomni in the stupid hallway at the start of the stupid adventure… they look so close.
He put his hands on either side of it, intending to tear it in two, maybe in 4 even. But his hands wouldn't. He growled to himself and crawled to a stand, marching to his trash can and throwing it inside, it gently fluttered down unsatisfyingly and sat perfectly atop all his other garbage. He kicked it for good measure then leapt onto his bed.
He mumbled to himself, “she thinks I care, I don't care, never did, it was funny, the whole thing was soooo funny she just didn't get the joke… and I won't explain the joke because then it's not funny anymore…” he grabbed his bed side lamp and threw it against the wall, it smashed, leaving the room in darkness. He rolled over onto his face, completely tensed from head to toe, which, surely, would be conducive to a good night's sleep.
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It's not.
Jax's ears stood up and pivoted at the sound of Pomni's door opening and closing.
Why couldn't she just pull the stupid trigger, it would've been that easy, make clear that the not caring about eachother was mutual and then things could go back to normal… but now everything is weird and it's all her fault… yes, all her fault… if I.. if…
“GHRRAAHH” Jax threw his pillow, which, by some luck hit the light switch. He stomped over to the trash can, pulled the photo back out and took it to his desk, which had been wiped clear of all his stationary, “ughhh f#£=k my lifeeeee.” He went over to the spread of stuff on the floor and picked up a pen.
He somewhat angrily scribbled two words on the back, then somehow also angrily sneaked out of his room, careful to make no sound, slipped the photo under Pomni's door then retreated to his bed, now sans pillow.
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She was still awake, Ragatha had helped but she just kept replaying the argument over and over in her head, it was such bulls%÷$…
She could've sworn she heard Jax open his door, she huffed. How dare he occupy a space within 50 feet of her while she was this mad at him…
There was the smallest sound of thick paper scaping against the floor at her door, then nothing more. She was frozen slightly, she clicked on her lamp and approached her door apprehensively. It was the photo… he'd refused to let her see it after he took it, tucking it away in his pocket, jerk… why was he giving it to her? Surely if he didn't care so much he'd rip it in two… maybe even 4..
Holding it in both her hands, like if she dropped it, it'd glitch out of existence, she took it to her bed where she could see it better. They look so close in this..
She huffed and went to put it face down on her bedside table… but there was something written on the back.
The handwriting was reminiscent of an angry toddler, it looked like it was scrawled with the pen held in a clenched fist. But it definitely said…
“I’M SORRY”
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