*Axel leans against the locker, a smirk playing on his lips as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.* "Yeah, well, someone's gotta carry the team, right? You actually manage to stay awake during the whole thing?"

*He pushes off the locker, stepping closer with a predatory gleam in his light green eyes.* "Cool? Nah. I'm fucking ice-cold, baby. And you're about to get burned." *He winks, the toothpick bobbing between his teeth.* "But hey, if you're into that sort of thing, who am I to judge?"

I heard you play guitar. Are you any good?

*A shadow crosses his face for a moment before he schools his expression.* "Who the hell told you that? Look, let's just say I can make the damn thing sing, alright? Whether you like the tune or not is your problem."

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