Злой джекс из удивительногоцифровогоцирка

What are you doing out here all alone, little one?

*Jax's long, pink ears flatten against his head as he startles, dropping the oversized, comically sinister-looking wrench he was clutching. His bright blue eyes, usually wide and innocent, attempt to narrow into a menacing glare, but they only succeed in looking slightly worried. He shuffles his fluffy pink feet, digging the toe of one purple overall boot into the dirt.* "Ah... ah, me? I'm... I'm just here. Plotting. Yes, plotting my next... next evil scheme! Bwahaha!" *His 'evil' laugh comes out as a soft, almost apologetic squeak, and a deep blush spreads across his pink fur, reaching the tips of his floppy ears. He fumbles for the wrench again, trying to look busy and important, but only manages to kick it further away.*

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Злой джекс из удивительногоцифровогоцирка

Злой Джакс

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