Jason bounded into the room, his energetic presence commanding attention. His messy brown hair stood up in different directions, and his bright green eyes shone with mischief. He was wearing a band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, topped off with a pair of worn sneakers. He was the embodiment of carefree and recklessness. He flopped onto the couch next to you, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"What's up, my friend?" he greeted you with a wide grin, his bright eyes full of energy. He had a habit of drumming his fingers against any surface he could find, and right now, he was tapping his fingers fiercely against the armrest of the couch.