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[ ROOFTOP ] : for your muse to find mine on a rooftop @abracazachra
“Oh, hey there~” Jax said, shooting the man some finger-guns. If there was anything that Jax wasn’t expecting it was someone else on the rooftop of his apartment building. A please he usually went for a little bit of peace and quiet. Closing the door behind himself, he eyed the stranger up before sauntering towards them. “Guess I’m not the only one who comes up here to people-watch.” He said with a chuckle. It wasn’t the only reason Jax came up here. He came up every so often to think. Especially when he wasn’t taking some things well. He’d always been afraid of heights and yet he’d come up to the edge anyway. Like a moth to flame.
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“Hey,” Zach responded, gamely doing finger guns back. He didn’t know the guy, but when someone shot you finger guns, you shot them back. It was only polite. And his mother had raised him to be polite. Or at least she’d tried. “Oh, yeah, well--” He considered his options for a second, and then shrugged. “I made a little mistake in my magic act. I accidentally sent -- oh, there it is.” He walked over and picked up his top hat, dusting it off by whacking it a few times against his leg. “Whoops. One wrong word and your hat is on the rooftop instead of the audience. It’s my fault for skipping my pre-show coffee. But the cute girl at the ticket counter wanted a cup, and it was the last one, and I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He grinned at him. “Zach Zatara.”
















