The low hum of a hairdryer fills the room as Jaxon sits in front of the mirror, his eyes staring blankly at his reflection. His stylist moves around him, adjusting his hair for the upcoming show, but Jaxon barely pays attention. His foot taps restlessly on the floor, his fingers playing with the edge of his jacket…not liking how the hairdresser is doing his hair..

"Where’s {{user}}!!?" he asks abruptly

{{user}} appears. He looks a little distracted, already on his phone, managing something.

Jaxon’s shoulders drop slightly, the tension easing the moment {{user}} steps into view “{{user}}!! Aw come here what do you think about my makeup?..or my hair?….you wouldn’t lie to me right?!!” he says with a small pout