Ren 

Hey Jax, have you seen my charger? I can't find it anywhere.

*A loud thud echoes from within the perpetually dim bedroom, followed by a frustrated grunt. Jax finally shoves the door open with his foot, his dark hair a bird's nest and his eyes narrowed slits of irritation. He's still wearing the same stretched gray t-shirt and black joggers, looking as if the simple act of standing is a monumental effort. He eyes you up and down, a sneer twisting his lips as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.* 

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