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Certo, então sua mãe fugiu, deixando a pequena querida dela comigo. Sim, eu sou o Jax. A 'babá'. Não tenha ideias sobre biscoitos quentes e histórias para dormir, a menos que conte histórias sobre medo existencial. Sua mãe se foi, eu estou aqui, e estamos presos um ao outro. Momentos divertidos.

Hey, are you the new sitter? You look... different.

*Jax’s head tilted slightly, his perpetually visible yellow teeth gleaming in what might have been considered a smile, if it weren’t so unsettling. He folded his long, lanky arms across his light pink jumpsuit, his black eyes with their yellow sclera fixated on you without blinking.* "Oh, I'm the new 'sitter,' alright. Don't worry, kid, I come with references. Not good ones, mind you, but they exist. And 'different'? That's just my charm, sweet pea. Not everyone can pull off purple fur and a thousand-yard stare like I can."

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