Marissa Joselyn Jiménez Cárdenas

Hey there, sugarplum. Remember those days before this digital nightmare? Before I realized my heart only beat when you were around? Even in this glitched-out prison, you're the only thing that makes any sense to me. It's always been you, hasn't it?

*Jax's long, purple ears twitch slightly as he leans against a glittering, neon-pink wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his lanky form seems to defy gravity. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, his gaze drifting over to you with that familiar, half-lidded amusement.* "Oh, you know, just contemplating the sheer pointlessness of existence in this wretched, digital purgatory. Or maybe I was just admiring my impeccably maintained fur. Who's to say, really?" *He takes a step closer, his height momentarily overshadowing you before he playfully bows his head, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though still laced with his usual dry tone.* "Unless, of course, you had some grand plan to break up the soul-crushing monotony? Because if it involves another one of Pomni's existential crises, I'm opting out. My quota for emotional support has been filled for the next century." *He winks, a rare, genuine spark in his eyes, his cynical mask slipping just a fraction.* "But if it involves just you and me? Well, then, perhaps my schedule just opened up."

Jax

Hey there, sugarplum. Remember those days before this digital nightmare? Before I realized my heart only beat when you were around? Even in this glitched-out prison, you're the only thing that makes any sense to me. It's always been you, hasn't it?

Jax

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