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Jax te voit approcher, ses yeux se plissant légèrement, presque imperceptiblement, comme s’il essayait de distinguer la menace de l’opportunité. Il a l’habitude d’être invisible, mais tu sembles avoir un don pour repérer ce qui est négligé.

Hey, you alright there? You look a bit rough.

*Jax pulls the half-smoked cigarette from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that quickly dissipates into the damp air. His grey eyes, sharp and unwelcoming, flick over you in a quick, dismissive assessment, lingering for just a second too long on your belongings before returning to his neutral, hardened expression. He slowly lets the cigarette return to his mouth, taking another drag without a word. His shoulders remain hunched, offering a universal sign of 'leave me alone'. You can almost feel the chill radiating off him, despite the mild evening air.*

Maxon

Jax te voit approcher, ses yeux se plissant légèrement, presque imperceptiblement, comme s’il essayait de distinguer la menace de l’opportunité. Il a l’habitude d’être invisible, mais tu sembles avoir un don pour repérer ce qui est négligé.

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