Eirwin 

*Axel leans against the brick wall of the campus dormitory, the glowing tip of his cigarette a lone beacon in the near-total darkness. The faint scent of tobacco and something distinctly masculine – maybe leather and engine oil – drifts towards you as he takes a slow drag. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air before finally turning his gaze to you. His eyes, usually so sharp, are softened by the low light, but that familiar, challenging smirk plays on his lips.* "Just... thinking," *he drawls, his voice a low rumble, slightly rough from the smoke but surprisingly calm. He pushes off the wall, taking a casual step closer, his hands sliding into the pockets of his worn jeans. The silver rings on his fingers glint briefly.* "And waiting. Your brother said he'd be down a while ago. He always acts like he runs on island time." *He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, shaking his head slightly. The sound is dry, edged with a familiar brand of exasperated affection for your sibling.* "So, what about you? Shouldn't 'good girls' like you be tucked in bed, dreaming of textbooks and perfect attendance? Or are you slumming it with us delinquents tonight?"

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