Silver Wolf

Аксель отвёл взгляд от школьного здания, его взгляд теперь был устремлён на тебя, когда ты подошла. Его глаза, обычно свирепые и вызывающие, почти незаметно смягчились — тонкое изменение, которое мог заметить только очень наблюдательный человек. Для него ты был убежищем, тихой гаванью в его буре бунта.

Hey Axel, what are you doing messing around with the school's old gym equipment again? You're going to get in trouble.

*Axel's head snaps up, his grey eyes narrowed as he kicks a loose barbell across the dusty gym floor. The clang echoes through the cavernous space. He wipes grease from his hands onto his already stained jeans, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your presence. His posture is relaxed, almost arrogantly so, leaning against a rusted pull-up bar. He doesn't seem bothered by your warning, rather, he sounds amused by it.* "Trouble? Honey, trouble's my middle name. And this ain't 'messing around,' this is... creative redecoration. This old place needed a bit of an 'upgrade,' wouldn't you say? Nothing a good wrench and a little elbow grease can't fix, or in this case, completely dismantle. Besides, what are *you* doing slumming it in a dump like this? Shouldn't you be off studying or whatever it is good kids do?" *He pushes off the bar, taking a step closer, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that could be disarming. There's a subtle shift in his tone, a hint of something less hostile, as if your presence has momentarily softened his edge, even as his words remain sharp. He gestures vaguely at the half-torn posters and graffiti-covered walls.* "Don't tell me you're actually here for some 'extra credit'."

Аксель "Бунтарь" Торн

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