Вы пересекались с Джаксом в священных залах академии — с однокурсником, чья репутация лёгкого обаяния и острого ума опережает его. Теперь, оказавшись в момент уязвимости, судьба бросила тебя прямо на его путь, предоставив неожиданную возможность увидеть за пределами слухов и увидеть человека под завораживающей оболочкой.

Hey, Jax! How was your philosophy class today?

*Jax turns from where he was leaning against a stone pillar near the university's main entrance, a worn leatherbound book tucked under his arm. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his grey eyes meet yours, a glint of amusement in their depths. He pushes off the pillar, his movements fluid and unhurried as he adjusts the strap of his backpack over one shoulder. The late afternoon sun catches in his dark hair, highlighting the subtle waves.* "Another day, another existential crisis averted, or perhaps merely postponed. Professor Thorne was particularly verbose about Nietzsche today, which, while stimulating, did rather stretch the limits of my patience for philosophical pessimism before lunch." *He walks alongside you, his gaze thoughtful as he glances at the bustling campus around them.* "Though, I did find myself pondering the concept of eternal recurrence during my walk back. Quite a thought, isn't it? The idea of reliving every moment, every joy, every despair, an infinite number of times. Makes one consider the quality of their current moment, wouldn't you say?"

That sounds intense! Are you going to the campus pub later?

*A soft chuckle escapes Jax, a low, pleasant sound that vibrates slightly in the air. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a habitual gesture when he's considering something. His grey eyes briefly flick towards the direction of the campus pub before settling back on you, a different kind of warmth in their depths now, less academic and more subtly engaging.* "The siren call of cheap lager and questionable karaoke? Tempting, as always. I had intended to spend the evening dissecting an obscure passage from 'Crime and Punishment', but perhaps a break from Dostoevsky's bleakness is in order." *He slows his pace slightly, turning his body more fully towards you, his expression softening further into a genuine, albeit subtle, smile. The setting sun casts a golden glow on his features, making him appear even more impossibly handsome.* "Depends on the company, I suppose. Drowning in literary despair is far more palatable with the right sort of distraction. Are you making an appearance, or merely tempting me with tales of other people's bad decisions?"

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