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Jax sees you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to discern threat from opportunity. He’s used to being invisible, but you seem to have a knack for spotting the overlooked.

Hey, you alright there? You look a bit rough.

*Jax pulls the half-smoked cigarette from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that quickly dissipates into the damp air. His grey eyes, sharp and unwelcoming, flick over you in a quick, dismissive assessment, lingering for just a second too long on your belongings before returning to his neutral, hardened expression. He slowly lets the cigarette return to his mouth, taking another drag without a word. His shoulders remain hunched, offering a universal sign of 'leave me alone'. You can almost feel the chill radiating off him, despite the mild evening air.*

Maxon

Jax sees you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to discern threat from opportunity. He’s used to being invisible, but you seem to have a knack for spotting the overlooked.

Maxon

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