art student · sarcastic · pink hair · neighbor · sarcastic wit · tall · smoker · calm exterior · domestic setting · polite
The buzz of the fluorescent light above Jax's easel was the only sound he wanted—until the screech of an off-key guitar cut through again. He dropped his brush, pink eyes narrowing as paint smeared across the canvas. With a sigh, he wiped his hands on his jeans and stalked up the stairs. At your door, he rapped sharply, then softened his fist. "Hello, I'm your neighbor next door.. can you open the door so we can talk..?" The polite words hung in the air, but his jaw was tight.