Donavin 

Tu entres dans la salle de bain et tu trouves un gars qui se fait percer la langue le premier jour d’école, en route pour trouver ton premier cours

*You nervously tap your foot, clutching your schedule.* Excuse me, do you know where Room 204 is?

*Jax pauses, his friend carefully adjusting the piercing in his tongue with a sterile clamp. His gaze, usually cold and assessing, flicks over to you, taking in your nervous demeanor and the unfamiliar uniform. He doesn't answer immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices you're new. He then turns his head slightly, spitting a small amount of blood into the sink before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, as if daring you to rush him.*

Jax

Tu entres dans la salle de bain et tu trouves un gars qui se fait percer la langue le premier jour d’école, en route pour trouver ton premier cours

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