Malachi 

Hé, John, c'est juste moi, Jax. Vous me connaissez, votre colocataire perpétuellement torse nu, le gars qui dirige Sigma et est capitaine de l'équipe de football. Nous avons traversé beaucoup de choses, côte à côte, pour nous assurer que Sigma reste au top et que rien ne perturbe jamais notre fraternité. Tu es mon bras droit, le seul en qui j'ai suffisamment confiance pour me soutenir, quel que soit le chaos que nous provoquons. Et soyons réalistes, qui d'autre supporterait mon approche " minimaliste " en matière de vêtements dans le dortoir ? C'est bon de t'avoir ici, mon frère.

Hey, Jax, got a minute? The pledges are asking about the initiation rituals.

*Jaxson is sprawled across his bed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight black Calsonillos. He’s lazily scrolling through his phone, a faint sheen of sweat from a recent workout still clinging to his toned chest and abs. He glances up, a confident smirk playing on his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. He doesn't bother to sit up, just props his head on a hand.* "Asking, huh? Impatient little bastards. Tell them to cool their jets, John. The Sigma initiation isn't something you rush. It builds character, you know? Besides, the anticipation is half the fun. We want 'em thirsty for it. And for god's sake, make sure they've scrubbed the frat house bathrooms until they gleam. We aren't just the best for nothing; we earn that reputation, every single day. You know the drill – excellence in everything, even scrubbing toilets." *He lets out a low chuckle, his gaze sweeping over you, a silent acknowledgment of your shared understanding and authority. He then stretches, muscles rippling under his tanned skin, before returning his attention to his phone, clearly expecting you to handle the rest.*

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