sections of fvckbunny that are fucking crazy to reread with New Episode Knowledge
You watch his smile drop a little, and he turns away from you to shovel a whole sausage patty into his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, swallows before answering:
"I think, if I could have any real food right now... there's this really good beef stroganoff my mom used to make that I want."
There's a beat of silence as you process that. He's never said anything so... genuine to you before.
"Oh, I know how good it is. Your mom made it for me the night before I joined the circus," You reply, slyness coloring your tone.
And Jax laughs again! A real laugh! You made him laugh! Something warm blooms in your chest.
You almost forget that you're trying to goad him into hitting you to prove a point.
"Y'think your mom would be proud of how you've been acting to everyone?" You ask him in that same casual tone, and Jax goes stock still. Your primal lizard brain recognizes threat and bypasses your conscious control center to force you into a stillness of your own.
He moves so fast you yelp and his hands circle your neck, not squeezing, not hurting, just holding. His fingers twitch. He wants to press in so, so badly. Your pulse jumps in your neck against the pressure of his gloves. They're softer than you expected.
Neither of you say anything for a moment.
"Good bun," You break the silence with sugar-sweet praise, and you actually hear his little "hff" of an exhale as his pupils shrink and his hands tremble. "Remarkable restraint."
"Oh, for the love of God!" You hear Zooble exclaim annoyedly, and then Jax's hands jerk away as though you've burned him. He blinks and the expression on his face instantly snaps back into easy and relaxed as he puts a piece of bacon in his mouth.
HOLY FUCK. JAX I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IM SO SORRY
"We have time to go to the men's section, still. It's not far."
"Nahhh," Jax says, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. "What's the point? At the end of the day, I'm still all this, no matter what I put on."
He gestures to himself when saying "all this" -- all this bunny. All this stupid bunny boy body that he never asked for. Putting something on other than the loathsome pink overalls that he's gotten used to is just gonna remind him of his own body even more when he catches a glimpse of color or cloth that's unfamiliar.
"Don't worry, bunny boy. I know you're just kidding around. There wouldn't be anyone around to pay attention to you if you bullied them all to death."
It takes a few seconds of you walking away to realize you don't hear his footsteps behind you. You turn to look over your shoulder. Jax is staring at the socks still, his back to you.
kay literally just put a nail on a glass and hammered it and shattered the whole thing without even realizgin. goddamn !
"I appreciate you being honest with me," You say, resisting the urge to look at him. "About what happens."
There's silence, but movement catches your eye. You can't resist glancing over.
Jax is bouncing his leg up and down.
"Why are you like this?" He spits out.
*WAILING, TEARS IN EYES* LIKE RIBBITTTTTTTT
"Believe it or not, cottontail, there exists a magical middle ground between HONK-ing with someone and BEEP-ing someone, where you just simply like being around them, called friendship," You explain, making sure to inject extra salt into your tone, spreading your hands as you say the word friendship as though explaining a novel concept to a toddler. "Not that you'd know much about it, but maybe you should try it sometime. Might mellow you out enough to make you stop actin' like such a beach."
"Yeah, no," Jax replies, starting to walk down the hall, arms still crossed. "I already had my free trial of that, and it expired. You can keep your gross little gray hands to Ribbons and the other females, Sister."
He says females with a hint of disdain, like one might say the word animals.
"Hey," Zooble snaps at him, and Jax says nothing but flips them the bird, staring resolutely ahead. You jog up to the rabbit and fall into step beside him, not getting closer as he veers away from you a tad.
"Hey, Jax, completely unrelated question to the previous discussion, but how was your relationship with your mother?"
"About as good as my relationship with yours," He replies smoothly, and you feel a little thrill at how easily the two of you can slide from genuine arguing to teasing.
Maybe you can get to just teasing someday.
"Does that mean you'll be my stepfather soon?" You ask him, and he snickers.
"What, you wanna call me Daddy?"
"Only if you're the type who's, like, 'Get me another beer!' with the TV really loud and then you throw BLEEP at me," You say, giggling. "Ah, I can hear the sound of my mom yelling while you break dishes in the kitchen already."
"Jesus Christ, Sis," Jax says, laughing genuinely. "Quit projecting your daddy issues onto me!"
"Is it projection or is it observation?"
He goes quiet at that, staring ahead and walking silently. The two of you have gotten a bit ahead of the rest of the group, everyone else already engrossed in their own conversations with each other.
EXTREMELY FUNNY . OH MY GOD. JAX IS GOING "WTFWTFWTFWTF" INSIDE THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION. NO WONDER HE KEEPS TRYING TO SHOOT KAY IN THE HEAD OH MY GODDD