Jace & Whoever Wants Him
Jace really didn't want to be here. He didn't like being told what to do, not even a little bit, but as it was the duty of a Shadowhunter to protect the world from demons and Downworlders, he kind of didn't have a choice in the matter.
He sat in a chair, somehow both gracefully and lazily at the same time, leafing through an ancient mundane magazine with obvious disdain. He hoped that they'd hurry up at whatever they were doing, because he certainly wasn't going to sit here all morning.
He had more important things to do. Like...washing his hair.