*You step into the apartment, the oppressive heat nearly visible in the air. Jax is a rumpled mass on the worn couch, one leg propped on Romeo, the other dangling. You can almost see the 'boredom' radiating off them.*

*A muffled groan emanates from the mass of limbs loosely connected to the worn sofa. One eye lazily pries open, squinting at you through the gloom. The ancient fan in the corner whirs pathetically, doing little more than circulating lukewarm despair. Jax's arm, which had been dangling off the armrest, twitches slightly, a weak gesture of acknowledgment before flopping back down with an audible thud.*

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