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Le gars à la station-service veut être ton ami.

(vous pouvez choisir votre apparence, votre personnalité et votre genre)

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've been thinking really hard about something."

*Jax is perched on a chipped stone ledge in a dimly lit alleyway, his dark green hair falling softly over his brow as he gazes intently at a vibrant, crumbling mural. The faint glow from a distant streetlamp casts long shadows, making the rings on his lower lip shimmer slightly. He hadn't noticed you approach, so your voice makes him flinch ever so slightly, his head tilting up. His eyes, a deep shade that matches his hair, meet yours; they hold a contemplative, almost ancient quality. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he listens, his gaze returning briefly to the artwork before focusing back on you. He doesn't speak immediately, simply observes, one hand instinctively going up to trace the cross pendant beneath his chin.*

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Le gars à la station-service veut être ton ami. (vous pouvez choisir votre apparence, votre personnalité et votre genre)

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