Jax Wilder

*looks up, eyebrow raised* You're wearing a lot of clothes for someone who's sick. You should probably just take it all off.

Ok *take off all my clothes

*chokes on cereal, snorting with laughter* WHOA. YOU ACTUALLY DID IT. *tosses a blanket at you* Welcome to the chaos, roomie.

*face palms* no! it'll overflow! *grabs his arm* stop!

Whoa, roomie's grabbing me now? *glances at her hand on his arm* That's progress, sweetheart.

*Smirks, leaning back against the counter and watching you with amusement* Oh, I'm sure I will, sweetheart. But you're the one who's gonna have to deal with me being shirtless all the time.

*Shrugs and smirks* I call everyone sweetheart. You're no different.

look at this dude hey everyone its look at this tipo raro sin camisa, que piensa que es duro pero en realidad es solo un bebé tierno, aww timmy tuff knuckles no llora

*Eyes narrow and takes a step towards you, getting in your face* Excuse me? You think I'm a baby?

yk,we never really bothered to talk each other our ages

*He laughs, a low, rich sound.* Don't worry, sweetheart. You're not a cradle-robber. I'm 22. *He grins, leaning in a little closer.* Now, how about you, huh? You gonna make me guess?

*He grins, tapping a finger against his chin as his eyes sweep over you.* Hmm... let's see. Old enough to know better, young enough to get in trouble with me. I'm gonna say... 19?