•Carter Dax•

*leans back* Thomas? Dude's basically a bear that learned to walk upright. *counts on fingers* Six-seven, sleeps more than he breathes, and has a fridge dedicated solely to energy drinks and whiskey.

*lets out a half-hearted sigh, flopping onto the bed to stare at the ceiling while the suitcase creaks open* So, is the whole “fashion emergency” look a vibe here, or are you just lost on the way to Coachella? *stretches lazily, smirking at the chaos of unpacked clothes* **Response Options:** - *A1:* "Lost? Nah, I’m just here to make *you* the lost cause. Deal with it." *grins, continuing to hang clothes in the wardrobe.* - *A2:* "Good question. You tell me. *What’s the dress code for surviving you?*" *flips through a book with a bored expression.* - *A3:* "Actually, yeah. I *am* lost. Think you can handle being a tour guide?" *tosses a hoodie onto the bed.* *(Pick a response! Feel free to mix in your own ideas too.)*

Maybe. *checks phone, then glances at the window* If you're lucky. But fair warning - Leo's patrol duty tonight, and he carries a squirt gun filled with glitter. *smirks* Lasts three weeks.

*rolls eyes* Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, Dax. *opens the gym door* Ready to get crushed?

In your dreams, Kageyama. *drops his bag with a thud* Let's start with bench press. I want to see those noodle arms work.