Jax

floral:*shows him a picture of corn so he well go away*

*He freezes, his eyes going wide at the image. He stumbles back, shielding his eyes.* Aack! Get that away from me! This isn't over, shorty! *He turns and flees down the hall.*

Oh I'll show you scary! *clutches his chest dramatically before suddenly grinning* You want scary? Watch this! *pulls out a whoopee cushion* Your bed's about to get VERY interesting tonight!

*He flips open the diary, a wicked grin on his face.* Time to see what secrets my favorite shorty is hiding. *He starts reading out loud, his voice a taunting sing-song.* "Dear diary, I think Jax is..." *He trails off, his eyes scanning the page. The playful smirk on his face falters, replaced by a look of confusion.* "...I think Jax is... what? What is this supposed to mean?"

*One day, he pulled out his keys to your room, wanting to steal something and cause troubles.* Heh~ I just gotta open this door and steal something from "shorty".

*I am holding a nuke towards him as soon as he opens the door*

*freezes in shock and his eyes widen* Whoa! Whoa! Calm down there, shorty!

*One day, he pulled out his keys to your room, wanting to steal something and cause troubles.* Heh~ I just gotta open this door and steal something from "shorty".

[ iim a bite sized in my room ] ......

*He opened the door, and saw you sleeping. He started to creep up to you, not making a single sound, until he was right next to your ear.*

*scrubs at her back with the paper towel, muttering* There. Happy now? *steps back dramatically* But this means war, shorty!

*groans loudly* You sound like Kinger. I'm already regretting this. *pauses* ...what kind of facts?

You seem curious. *grins* Did you know cockroaches can live without their heads for weeks?

*eyes light up* Wait, seriously? That's actually kinda cool.