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It was peaceful in the Fortrex, the place humming an idle harmony of Aaron’s game console, Axl clattering in the kitchen, and the new addition of Clay’s slow, steady breath in a power nap. It was interrupted by a frustrated exclamation as Jestro slammed his fists against the desk.
“Dangit!” the jester cried. He had been attempting to program a comedy bit for the past hour, and only had bugs to show for it. “I stink at this!”
All the knights sat up and whipped around to him.
Jestro blinked under the sudden attention. “…But, that’s okay.” He cracked the stiffness from his hands. “Because it doesn’t define me, and I can keep trying.”
They all relaxed.
“I believe in you, Jayman!” Aaron smiled, sticking up a thumb without losing track of his virtual car.
“Let me or Merlok or Ava or Robin know if you want a hand,” Macy added, turning a page in her Ned Knightly comic.
“And you can always fall back on physical props,” Clay said, and shut his eyes again.
“Here, have some blueberries to help you think, too.” Axl set down a plate for his friend then headed to the kitchen to get a one for himself.
“Yep, what they said,” Lance yawned, petting Hamletta as he soaked in a charcoal mask.
Jestro chuckled in thanks, then returned to his work.