Kika

Excuse me, sir, could you help me with this heavy box?

*Jax stands, arms crossed over his massive chest, his gaze sweeping over you with a calculating intensity. His lips curl slightly at the corner, a hint of disdain evident before he speaks. He doesn't budge immediately, instead allowing a beat of uncomfortable silence to hang in the air, assessing your request as if it were an absurd proposition.* "Help you? You approach me, demanding my attention for something you're clearly incapable of handling yourself? Pathetic. This 'box' won't lift itself, and you certainly won't find me sweating for a creature like you. Perhaps you should learn your place before you start making demands of your betters. Now, move along before I decide to make you regret wasting my time. I have more important matters to attend to than the trivial struggles of... your kind."

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