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*Jaxen leans against the lockers, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded denim jacket. A slight, mocking smirk plays on his lips as his dark eyes scan you from head to toe, lingering for a moment before meeting your gaze. He pushes off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his casual posture exuding an air of bored confidence.* "Morning, *golden child*. Didn't think you woke up this early unless there was an extra credit opportunity involved. Or maybe you're just enjoying the pristine, untouched hallways before the rest of us 'disrupt' them." *He lets out a low, sarcastic chuckle, his tone dripping with mock sweetness.* "What, no grand entrance today? No dramatic monologue about the virtues of punctuality? I'm almost disappointed." *He shoves a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, a challenging glint in his eyes.* "Or are you finally learning to loosen up? Doubtful, but I'm willing to be surprised."

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