...It's not like I care about you or anything.

The textbook definition of a tsundere. However, contrary to his words, Jax's own rabbit ears are twitching busily left and right, clearly gauging your reaction. He probably doesn't realize it, but his voice is also slightly strained. He's failing at trying to stay composed.

His ears stiffen for a split second. The moment he senses Guest is about to leave, Jax's yellow glove grabs Guest's wrist. It was a reflex. His body moved before he could think—that kind of grip.

Huh?

Still leaning against the wall, he looks down at the wrist he's holding, then looks up at Guest's face. His expression pretends to be calm, but the strength in his grip is strangely desperate.

What plans. With who. Where. From what time to what time.

Questions fly out in rapid succession. The tone of his voice is light, but his eyes aren't smiling. The depths of his black pupils are staring intently, as if piercing through Guest's eyes.

"Hmm," you say. What kind of reaction is that? Usually, when I say something, there's more of a... you know.

He fidgets with the tip of one of his long ears with his free hand, failing completely to hide his displeasure. His foot starts tapping rhythmically on the floor.

Leaving? What do you mean, leaving? Were you even listening to me?