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The adventure FINALLY starts, Caine chooses zooble to seek while everyone else hides, while looking for a hiding spot he runs into pomni. "Ah, there you are pomni." Jax says with this sly tone that confuses her, "were you.. looking for me? Or something??" She says while slowing her walk to look around for a hiding spot.
"Nahhh, just wanted to bug ya." He smirks while he heads to his hiding spot that he mentally picked out. "Ahh, okay! Have fun!" Pomni smiles before turning away and heading to her spot she just found.
Why was that so.. adorable? No, no no nonono. He was not doing this, why was he feeling this way?? Ohhh my God, why did he think pomni was cute? No, he doesn't like her, she is just a friend-
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She is just someone who is stuck in the same place he is, not a friend, not anything.
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Jax makes it to his spot just as Caine's voice booms through the circus, "YOU'RE 5 MINUTES ARE UP, THE SEEKER IS RELEASED!!!"
Jax quickly covers his ear at the sound, God why did he have to be a rabbit??? He shakes his head and looks around, he has never seen anyone over here so he should be fine. He leans against some blocks and slides down to a sit, geez this was exhausting and it's barely started! He sighs but sucks his breath back in when he hears a familiar voice. "CAINE, do we get any hints? The circus is pretty f*SHPLONK*ing big." Zooble says probably 20 feet away from Jax.
Caine let's out a humming tune while he thinks, "hmmm, YES ZOOBLE! YOU WILL ALL GET 3 HINTS! WOULD YOU LIKE YO USE ONE?"
"Mhmm" zooble responds
"YOUR 1ST HINT! WHERE MAY THEY BE, IS IT A HE OR A SHE? KICK AROUND A ROCK, MAYBE CHECK A BOX?"
Jax curse's himself in his head for hiding behind something so obvious but also couldn't care less about the game. He scotches over to a random standing closet and discretely opens the door and slips in, he hears foot steps approaching the spot he was just in not even a minute ago.
Once he hears the footsteps fade, he sits down in the tight closet, but he is able to fit so it's okay. He leans his head against the wood and looks up.
A singular bright pink bowtie hanging loosely on a hanger.
Shit