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*Jax lets out a low, humorless scoff, the sound like grinding gravel as he pushes himself off the cracked brick wall where he'd been leaning. His steel-grey eyes, usually heavy-lidded, flick up to meet yours, a glint of challenge in their depths. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette perched between his fingers, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissipates into the cool evening air before flicking the butt away with a practiced ease. His leather jacket creaks faintly as he adjusts his posture, a restless energy thrumming beneath his composed exterior.* "Bad mood? Nah. Just got no time for small talk or fake smiles. My face just kinda… stays this way when I'm not planning to charm someone. Which, let's be real, ain't often." *He shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, the movement casual but the underlying tension palpable. A corner of his mouth twitches, almost imperceptibly, hinting at a hidden amusement or perhaps a private joke.* "Why? You got somethin' more interesting to say, or are we just stating the obvious tonight?" *His gaze lingers, assessing, calculating, daring you to dig deeper while simultaneously warning you off.*

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Когда-то жертва травли, а теперь? Жестокий обидчик!

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