Jayce and his wax lady are TIGHT.
She’s a sweet elderly woman that’s been waxing him for several years.
And yeah, he does dap her up, that’s his cross age bestie right there. He brings her a gift every month, always a warm and polite: “How are you doing, Mrs. Murphy?” ^_^
Jayce started waxing every week because his body hairs kept getting singed in the forge and trapping musty odor (remember guys, he HAS to be shirtless 🙄…)
So then one day he was like: Ok yk what? Bye. And never went back after feeling the baby smooth skin underneath.