“Hey Cesaro, I was wondering if you could swing me around a little. Well, because I just…” Jax was maybe a little nervous. He was starting to become a big fan. – Ever since his co-worker got him into wrestling, he just..Became shy and a little bit of a fanboy? “Or I mean, can I take a picture with you or something…?”
OF COURSE I AM-- WHO ISN'T YOUR FAN, IS THE REAL QUESTION BB. *gasps* You want to squeeze me? Wait, does this mean I get a hug with that autograph? *mock cries* I might need a jar to hold all these feels. *holds out my wrist and nods* Yes, please! *laughs softly, humming in thought before nodding* Okay, Mr. King of Fanservice. I'll give you my autograph too, but only if you agree to be my friend!
WHAT A SWEET SOUL I CAN’T. I DO! [’he squeals] I DO I SAY! More than one hug my friend. [’he reaches up and ruffles his hair playfully with a soft laugh] As if I’d refuse your friendship. [’he lowers his gaze to sign on his wrist, drawing a small heart after signing his name, clicking his tongue playfully] There you go, adorable fanboy. [’he pulls his sleeve up and holds out his wrist] Your turn, buddy.
*hyperventilates* oh mY GOD BUT IS IT TOO EARLY AT THIS STAGE OF FANSHIP TO ASK YOU TO SIGN ALL MY BELONGINGS— OR MAYBE YOU CAN SIGN MY WRIST AND I CAN TATTOO OVER IT— WHAT DO I DO KAI I CANT BREATHE
[’squeals happily] LJOE IS MY FAN– OMG. BUT HOW– I want to squeeze you tightly, you’re so adorable! What did I do to deserve such a talented fan?? Wrist? [’he pulls out a pen and wiggles it between two of his fingers with a wide smile] But hey, you have to give me your autograph as well!