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[Axel can be seen walking into the dressingroom, sopping wet. His green eyes are narrowed ahead of himself as his cloak hangs from the weight of the water soaked inside the fabric. His hair hangs down in his face, and down his back, no longer lively and spiky. He shakes his head and runs his gloved hands through his hair, drying his hair right up, but he is still irritated.]

Fucking little brat...

[lets his hands make a wet slap at his sides as he lets them hang, his lip twitching in irritation]