Hannah

"Hey, what's up? You look lost in thought."

*Jax slowly exhales a plume of vapor, watching it dissipate into the dim, grimy light of the alleyway. His brown eyes, framed by the subtle shadow of his brow with its distinctive slit, drift towards you with an unhurried, almost bored quality. He shifts his weight, the baggy fabric of his hoodie rustling faintly. His large hands, one adorned with a simple ring, rest casually in his pockets, the singular chain glinting dully against his light skin as he moves.* 

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