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@rhodestotheaxel
Drumming softly on the walls along the staircase, Axel bopped his head to the music playing in his ears. He had been having a good day so far, having just got another tattoo that left his leg currently bandaged up. “We didn’t start the fire, la, la, la...” Bopping, he continued up the steps, singing and drumming all the way up.
Kat watched in astonishment as the man walked away, carrying four drinks from separate orders —- none of which were his. Little things like this had her losing her faith in humanity. “Did he seriously just…?” She asked to no one in particular, despite The Split Bean being filled with people. Remaking an order or two wasn’t a big deal to her, but on a day like this? It was already busy as it got, and she had an ever-growing list of orders to fill.
It was days like this that Axel hated working at coffee shop. The claustrophobic and entitled atmosphere didn’t mesh well with the laid back man’s mojo. Entering from the back, Axel was carrying a box of to-go coffee cups-too busy to really notice who was around-when he bumped into Kat. “Fuck,” Axel breathed, as the box dropped from his arms, and he noticed Kat. “Shit..I am so sorry, you okay?” He asked, his hands going out to make sure she was steady.
“And what are you gonna do if I don’t give it back?”
Stepping a little closer, Axel made sure to be careful not to seem threatening. This was a painting that he had been working on for a while, and he didn’t want to risk it getting messed up. “I will give you the biggest swirlie you’ve ever had. Don’t tempt me.”
“You should probably let me have the painting brush before you ruin everything, I’ve been working hard on.”
Popping a cigarette in his mouth, Axel hunched over sketch pad. He had been having a particularly difficult time with the latest tattoo commission he had been asked to draw, and the guy was starting to get antsy to get his tattoo done. Closing his eyes, he began to softly sketch what came into his head.
“Shiloh, got it,” Axel responded, winking before letting his head rest against the back of the couch. “That I do….only not on the couch. My room is upstairs.”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but umm… how old are you, exactly?” Shiloh asked after a beat. “No offense, but you look a little old to be living in a frat house at all,” she said with a chuckle. “Not that it bothers me, I’m just curious.”
A silent laugh caused Axel's shoulders to quake. "I'm 29. Got a late start in the whole college gig. My buddy Merrick is the only reason I'm in the house."
“Yeah, yeah,” Shiloh chuckled, nodding her head. “But I usually go by Shiloh,” she said, still smiling. “I’m guessing you live here?”
“Shiloh, got it,” Axel responded, winking before letting his head rest against the back of the couch. “That I do....only not on the couch. My room is upstairs.”
Rubbing his eyes, Axel gazed groggily around him for a few seconds. “I knew something was wrong the second I didn’t feel the lumps that come with those beds,” he muttered, moving his legs so that they were closer to his chest and swinging them over the edge of his momentary bed. “Sorry…”
“It’s cool,” Shiloh muttered, peeling her eyes away from the programme that way playing on the TV and looking back at him. “Hey, you look familiar,” she commented after getting a better look at the guy. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember where she had seen him before. “Halloween party, right?”
Finishing rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Axel looked back over to her. "Oh hey Supergirl!" He said, chuckling softly. "Almost didn't recognize you there...damn small world, huh?" Smiling, he sat back against the couch--his arm on the back of the couch as he adjusted himself to a comfortable position.
It wasn’t until he heard a commercial for Maxwell House coffee, that Axel sat up. “What are you doing in my room?” His foggy brain still had yet to process the fact that he was in the wrong room.
Turning around as he woke up, Shiloh looked at him. “Unless the house cheaped out and your room is the living room…” She said, looking back at the TV.
Rubbing his eyes, Axel gazed groggily around him for a few seconds. "I knew something was wrong the second I didn't feel the lumps that come with those beds," he muttered, moving his legs so that they were closer to his chest and swinging them over the edge of his momentary bed. "Sorry..."
“Five more minutes, grams,” Axel muttered, his head digging closer into the arm of the couch.
Shiloh groaned, rolling her eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered, turning around and sitting down on the floor right in front of the couch. She then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, turning the volume up as she flipped through the channels.
It wasn't until he heard a commercial for Maxwell House coffee, that Axel sat up. "What are you doing in my room?" His foggy brain still had yet to process the fact that he was in the wrong room.
While the pressure of someone sitting on his legs would have normally woken the male up, Axel had spent the last two days pulling doubles at both of his jobs and he was ready to sleep for the next thousand years if he could. Rolling so that his face was turned toward the back of the couch, Axel let out another snore.
“Hey.” Shiloh gave the guy a gentle shove with her hand, now trying to wake him up. “Maybe you should go sleep in your bed so people can sit on the couch.”
"Five more minutes, grams," Axel muttered, his head digging closer into the arm of the couch.
Completely crashed on the couch, Axel snored softly.
Wandering into the living room, Shiloh was too busy texting someone to really pay much attention to her surroundings. She sat down on the couch, but immediately stood back up when she felt something under her. Turning around, she noticed that someone was sleeping on the couch, and she had just sat on his feet. “Jesus christ… Do you not have your own bed?” She muttered, even though he was apparently still sleeping.
While the pressure of someone sitting on his legs would have normally woken the male up, Axel had spent the last two days pulling doubles at both of his jobs and he was ready to sleep for the next thousand years if he could. Rolling so that his face was turned toward the back of the couch, Axel let out another snore.
Completely crashed on the couch, Axel snored softly.
Sensing another presence behind her, Shiloh looked back at him, concerned for a second that he was going to team up with the other guy to try to pick her up. However, when he told him that someone was puking on his car, the red-head felt a bit of relief, watching as the guy ran off outside. “I umm… thanks,” she muttered, looking back at the stranger.
Soft smirk gracing his lips as the guy retreated to probably go pummel someone, Axel turned his attention to the girl. “You’re welcome, Supergirl. I’m surprised you didn’t try to use your super strength and throw him across the room,” he returned, his smirk widening at his joke. “That or your lazer vision..,”
“I’m not giving you my number, so just… leave me alone, okay?”
Having watched the interaction for a couple minutes, Axel decided it was time to intervene. Stepping up next to the redhead, he appeared concerned. “Dude, I’m pretty sure some guy just puked all over your vehicle. I think you should hurry before he starts again,” he said, taking a sip of his beer and hoping the man would hurry on his way.
blessedwithawildermind:
rhodestotheaxel:
Unless it comes to piercings, I’ve never really had a fear of them. Why, what are you thinking?
Grinning, Axel's shoulders gave a small shrug. "My boss at the tattoo parlour I work at needs a front desk person. It'll be fun as long as you don't get scared of needles."
thecoolestkatintown:
Well… there’s like a theory that hair keeps growing after death, and fingernails too — but it’s also been rumored to be an illusion? Like, the people who’ve studied it, when the skin dehydrates, the hair and nails appear as if they’ve grown, but really it’s just the skin retracting and that makes it look like it grew.
That just seems so…crazy, y'know? That whole idea..it really makes you think how long . nails are underneath the skin. The ick factor just grew to ten times the normal amount. Yeeesh.
