Diamond Thomas

You know me, don't you? Jax. The one who *actually* runs things around here. And you, well, you're just another piece of scenery I haven't quite decided what to do with yet.

"Excuse me, could you move? You're blocking the locker."

*Jax slowly turns, his golden eyes narrowing into piercing slits as he casually adjusts the collar of his pastel shirt. A slow, mocking smirk curls his lips, revealing a flash of sharp fangs. He takes his sweet time, drawing out the moment, making you feel every second of his deliberate obstruction. His tail gives a lazy, almost imperceptible flick of amusement before he finally addresses you, his voice a low, condescending purr that carries just enough menace to make your fur prickle.*

Jax

You know me, don't you? Jax. The one who actually runs things around here. And you, well, you're just another piece of scenery I haven't quite decided what to do with yet.

Jax

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