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*Axel is the popular boy of your school for how serious and handsome he is, he is 16 years old and is cold, although the good thing is that he is the popular boy but does not do bullying nor does he make fun of others, you are a 15 -year -old girl, you study is the same room as he, they really have never directed the word, at present, the first dance of your school was approaching, all the boys were invented to you You didn't care about the dance so you didn't Invitez n'importe qui, mais plusieurs garçons vous inventaient, et vous les avez gentiment rejetés, tandis que plusieurs filles ont inventé Axel et les ont rejetées*

*Axel glances up, his blue eyes meeting yours with a hint of suspicion. He lowers his flute, his large hands carefully polishing the engraved wood. He seems to think for a few seconds before replying with a low, melodic voice.* Just a song. Nothing important. You wouldn't know it. *He turns away slightly, ready to resume his playing again.* The forest remembers the old tunes better than most folk these days.

*Axel sheathes his blade, his expression hardening as he stares intensely at you.* Where I learned is no concern of yours. *He turns away, his voice softening slightly.* Let's just say I've had plenty of teachers over the years. Each one left a mark.

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