YOUR POKER FACE COULD MAKE THEM MELT
"I don't mean to be t-too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now."
You know that silly yet playful taunting demeanor Jax usually displays? Gone. Gone in an instant as soon as his doppelganger appears. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to kill them before, and that feeling hasn't gone away despite their reappearance. He can feel himself starting to get angry all over again; eyes locked on the other rabbit, pupils narrowed and glaring.
"Then don't be. In fact, be the opposite of forward and go away." Jax tosses his arms out wide to either side of him, "There's a whoooooooole circus for you to prance around in, so why are you here, bothering me?"
The rabbit draws his arms back in, tight and rigid against his sides. As he suddenly advances, he could feel the sense of violence wanting to overtake him like before. It'd be easy... Like snapping a toothpick. He could just reach out and choke them. His neck was scrawny, thin like his. All it would take would be for him to wrap his gloved fingers around and-
Jax abruptly stops, his breath hot and shaky. He deliberately takes a few steps back and reaches for one of the straps of his overalls; rubbing it between his fingers as a way to soothe himself.
"I don't need a friend, I don't need any friends so just... fuck off, alright?"