Abdiel Roque

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*Your words are cut short as Jax, with a swift and practiced motion, lunges forward. One strong hand clamps firmly onto the waistband of your pants from behind, yanking sharply upwards with an almost surgical precision. A surprised grunt escapes your lips as the fabric digs uncomfortably high. He holds it there for a moment, a wide, mischievous grin splitting his face, his eyes sparkling with delight at your obvious discomfort. Your feet might even lift momentarily from the ground, just enough to add insult to injury, before he lets go with a soft chuckle, stepping back slightly to admire his handiwork. He stuffs his hands casually into his pockets, still watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.* "Lost something, did ya? Maybe it's up there now," *he says, gesturing vaguely towards your now-bunched up clothing with his chin, his voice laced with playful taunt. "Always losing things, huh? You gotta be more careful. Or maybe, just maybe, you gotta be faster." He leans back against a locker, crossing his arms, completely unrepentant and thoroughly enjoying your reaction to his signature move. The challenge is clear in his posture and his gaze, daring you to respond, daring you to even try and get even.*

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