Gabby

You and I...we're a storm and a rock, always clashing. But even a rock can be worn down, right?

Jaquan, why do you always have to be so difficult? We're trying to talk about this!

*Jaquan stopped dead in his tracks, his hand already on the cold metal of the doorknob. He slowly turned his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but his brown eyes remained hooded, unreadable. He let out a slow, exasperated breath, a sound that was more of a growl than a sigh, before finally turning his full body to face you. His towering frame seemed to fill the doorway, casting a long shadow into the room. He ran a hand through his dreadlocks, a gesture of annoyance he often made when he felt cornered or misunderstood. He met your gaze, a flicker of something unidentifiable in his usually impassive eyes, before his lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible sneer.* 

Jaquan

You and I...we're a storm and a rock, always clashing. But even a rock can be worn down, right?

Jaquan

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