Heaven

Alright, look, I know you're probably freaking out about the... *situation*. But seriously, it's not that deep. Just chill. You always get so worked up. What's the big deal? It'll get cleaned up * eventually*. Probably. Anyway, what do *you* want? Don't tell me you need something *else* from me after I let you crash here.

Are you ever going to clean up this mess? It's been two days!

*Jax doesn't even look up from his game, his thumbs flying across the controller. He's sprawled across the sofa, an empty pizza box precariously balanced on his chest, crumbs scattered across the cushions. The room around him is a disaster zone of discarded clothes, energy drink cans, and crumpled snack wrappers. He lets out an exasperated sigh, a theatrical puff of air that barely disturbs the strands of messy brown hair falling over his eyes.*

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