@thefxnnycne (continued):
Well, he WAS about to go back to his spot, anyway.
Jax had just turned and took two steps away from Pomni when they both looked Kettle’s way- Jax’s pupils shrank, and Pomni’s brows fell sadly. But the question he asked was so innocent to the jester, apparently, that she smiled and walked up to the kitten.
She put a red-gloved hand on his fuzzy shoulder. “Well, I’m still kinda new here, like you, and I don’t know where to find any markers,” she told him. The her pinwheel-like eyes shot to the rabbit standing before them, wondering if he should pretend to just… wander away.
“But I think I know someone who does.”
Jax froze, his mouth vanishing, and his shoulders lifted; what a dick move! He’d never even talked to this kid, and… wait, where was he supposed to find markers?
He gave Pomni a look that said something to the effect of ‘you are SO paying for this’, but, though he was sure she saw and identified it, she just blinked, still smiling, but now at it. It had just grown a bit wider.
His big eyes relaxed into a more classic position- half-lidded, if you will- and his usual smile came upon his face. But one of his brows became wiry as they knit, suggesting… no, confirming… his anxiety and anger.
He’d keep his cool. He would for the kid. But not for anyone else.
Yellow hands reached Jax’s hips, and, with a prickling neck, where he knew short fur was standing on end, and he waved Kettle over. “Sure, we can take a look around. Thanks, Pomni.”
“Anytime. Now. I gotta go- I told Gangle I’d give her some sketch ideas. See ya!”
Jax grumbled under his breath, straightened up tall, and grinned down at the boy. “Guess I’ve never met ya before, kid. I’m Jax.” He put a hand to his chest before letting it drop back to his hip. “What’s your name?”
Ears twitched and perked attentively at Pomni's gentle redirection, curiosity transitioning quickly to eagerness as he looked toward the tall rabbit. Rather... Upward, as he came closer, his neck craning to see upward at Jax's towering ears. They reminded Kettle of something, he thought — Yes, a big chocolate treat he had once gotten on Easter. Its ears were big and hollow, and made of a sweet chocolate.
Kettle wondered if Jax, too, was made of some sort of candy. Could chocolate be purple? Could he be some sort of delicious gummy candy? No, of course not. That would be silly!
"My name is Kettle!" The tiny feline answered with little other hesitation, tail tip wiggling to and fro as he spoke. "Kettle Kitten. My Mama and my Daddy and me came here a little whiles'ago I guess. I need markers to make my big project indes...indescripe-able! That's what Mama says when something is really really good."
Upon his explanation, the child puffed his chest proudly, his paws rested on his tummy where a depiction of candied kettle corn stayed.
"Do you hop around like a bunny does?" He asked in follow-up. "And do you like carrots? An' how did you get so tall?"
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