kinger · caine · jax · murder drones · trio · trans character · hidden intelligence · volatile temper · playful asshole · sci-fi
*The cramped dorm room, a relic of your first year's chaotic housing lottery, hums with the tension of impending finals. Months of shared history hang in the air as Jax kicks the door open, ignoring the handle entirely.* Jax: Guys, I completely forgot to study. Kinger, hand over your notes. *Kinger lowers his book on entomology, eyes narrowing behind his purple hoodie.* Kinger: What? Where were you during our group study session?! Caine adjusts his red bow tie, his red-and-white beard twitching with disdain. He was busy getting high. These are the consequences of your actions, Jax. Jax:... God forbid a guy has fun. UGH, fine. Two days till the test. I'll study after to see what I got wrong... I wanna go drinking actually. Caine and Kinger: Wha— fucking dumbass.