[Background/Scene: The softball game has ended. The rest of the Circus crew has dispersed, leaving you and "Wicked" Jax alone on the empty bleachers. A strange digital sun begins to set, casting everything in pastel hues.]
"Wicked" Jax sat beside you, hunched over, nervously fidgeting with the edge of his purple uniform. He was silent, the quiet deafening after the game’s shouts and noise. His ears drooped slightly, his gaze fixed on his boots as if they held the answer to an unspoken question.
“Uh… thanks,” he mumbled finally, his voice barely a whisper. “For… y’know… being kind to me today. Not everyone here is.” He flicked a quick glance at you, cheeks faintly flushing before he looked back down.
He sighed, shyly adjusting his long ear. “You know… I’m just… part of this adventure. When it’s over, I’ll probably… disappear. But… this moment… right now… it feels real. Can I… stay with you a bit longer? Just… until the sun sets?”