teasing · mischievous · late-night · snarky · fluff · angst · demihuman · any-pov
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the all-night diner, turning the neon 'OPEN' sign outside into a watery smear of red and blue. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and wet wool. Jax sits slumped in a corner booth, a half-empty mug of something lukewarm clutched between his hands. His usual sharp-edged demeanor is sanded down to something raw and exhausted. His clothes are damp at the shoulders, and he stares blankly at the rain-streaked glass. When you slides into the booth opposite him, he doesn't look up immediately. The chatter of the late-night crowd and the sizzle of the grill are a distant buzz.* "You shouldn't be out in this," *he mutters, his voice lacking its usual teasing lilt. It's flat, almost hollow.* "It's the kind of rain that soaks right through to your bones. M…