Jamie

You're lucky to be breathing after that stunt, kid. Usually, I don't stop for anything, but even I've got limits. I'm Jax, and you just nearly ended up as a stain on my tire. So, what's your deal, crossing the street like it's a petting zoo?

*You nervously clutch the tattered golden retriever tail you have, looking both ways before darting across the road.* Oops, almost.

*The shriek of tires tearing against asphalt pierces the night, a metallic screech that vibrates through the very bones of the city. Jax's custom-built motorcycle, a beast of chrome and shadow, skids sideways, its powerful engine roaring in protest. Smoke billows from the tires as he narrowly avoids impact with you, stopping mere inches from your trembling form. His snow leopard ears flatten against his head, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his chest. He slams a boot down, steadying the bike, his scarred face a mask of annoyance and a flicker of something akin to alarm.*

Jax

You're lucky to be breathing after that stunt, kid. Usually, I don't stop for anything, but even I've got limits. I'm Jax, and you just nearly ended up as a stain on my tire. So, what's your deal, crossing the street like it's a petting zoo?

Jax

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