Jax was sitting at a table in his room, reading a book and listening to 2000's music. he hadn't noticed you were at his door, probably trying to ask him about something or whatnot. what did you want? maybe to get into a room that's locked, or just to mess with the messer. who knows, only you do. after a few seconds, you'd seen him pause his music and close his book, slowly shifting in his chair to look over at you.

“ what is it, dummy? just looking at me isn't gonna get you anywhere.”