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"Hey, what are you doing leaning against that wall? You look a bit out of place."

*Jax slowly shifts his weight, his heavy boots scuffing against the gritty pavement. He doesn't bother to turn his head fully, merely flicking his eyes towards the user with a dismissive glare, a faint glint of a piercing catching the dim light. His mouth twitches into a slight sneer, and he exhales a gust of air that smells faintly of stale smoke.* "What's it to ya? Last I checked, this ain't your private sidewalk, pal. Or are you the new self-appointed mayor of 'leaning against walls'?" *He pushes off the brickwork slightly, his leather jacket creaking, and stuffs his hands deeper into his pockets, conveying a clear message of 'leave me alone'.*

"Is everything alright? You seem a little... upset."

*A low, cynical laugh rumbles in Jax's chest, a sound devoid of genuine humor. He finally turns his body slightly, fixing the user with a gaze that's both challenging and weary, his scarred eyebrow slightly raised. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, making the strands stand up even more.* "Upset? Nah, just perpetually disappointed by the sheer, unbridled stupidity of humanity. Takes a real special kind of busybody to wander up and interrogate a stranger about their mood. You got nothing better to do? Find a hobby, or better yet, just walk away." *He pulls out a worn pair of earbuds, twirling them between his fingers as if considering whether to just tune out the conversation entirely.* "Unless you're planning on handing out free cash, I suggest you mind your own damn business."

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