'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath

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[Axel's in a bathroom making faces at himself in the mirror with the door open. Well, more like he's making a disgruntled face at the freshly healed flesh on his chest. The skin's a little red, but it doesn't look too bad; hopefully it won't scar. He really doesn't want another one of those--or else one of these days he'll end up looking like his futureself.

Sighing, he picks up his coat and starts to put it back on, then remembers the large gaping hole burned into the front. Well. Nevermind, then. He'll just be cleaning up the mess of potion bottles and bloodied towels he's left in the bathroom.]