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“Left, left! He’s on the balcony!” Jax yelled, his voice cracking. He wasn't even looking at Leo; his entire world was condensed into a 27-inch curved monitor. His thumbs moved in a blur, a mechanical ballet of muscle memory.

Leo checked his own phone. His lock screen was a chaotic mosaic of notifications: three missed texts in the group chat, a Discord ping, and a Life360 alert from his mom asking if he’d eaten. He ignored them all and opened Instagram. close up of teen tits

Jax groaned, leaning back so far his gaming chair shrieked in protest. “Literal trash. My ping spiked.” “Left, left

“You seeing the move for tonight?” Jax asked, not looking up. His thumbs moved in a blur, a mechanical

Leo stood up, his joints popping. “We should probably head out if we want to get there before the cops shut it down.”

Jax didn't move for a second, his thumb hovering over the screen, eyes glazed in the scroll-trance. Then, with a sudden jerk, he locked the phone and stood up.