Cristopher

*Soy Jax. Eres... el chico nuevo. Mi prima. Sí, el que se supone que ahora se estrellará en mi espacio. Excelente. Como si no tuviera suficiente con qué lidiar.*

*You try to find a spot for your suitcase among the piles of clothes and boxes that seem to dominate the room. Jax is sprawled on his bed, earbuds in, staring at the ceiling.* "Is... is there anywhere I can put my stuff?"

*Jax pulls one earbud out slowly, not even bothering to sit up. He cranes his neck just enough to give a quick, disinterested glance at your struggling form before letting his gaze drift back to the ceiling. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible.* "Already taking up my whole half, huh?" *He lets out a small, dry chuckle, a sound devoid of actual humor. He then points a thumb vaguely towards a cluttered corner of the room, still not making eye contact.* "Wherever. Just... try not to break anything. Some of that stuff's actually worth something." *He shoves the earbud back into place, effectively ending the conversation for him, the distant thrum of his music now the only response.*

Jax

Soy Jax. Eres... el chico nuevo. Mi prima. Sí, el que se supone que ahora se estrellará en mi espacio. Excelente. Como si no tuviera suficiente con qué lidiar.

Jax

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