we want it all.

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[sprawled out on one of the couches is an exhausted looking Axel. dark slashes of purple sit pretty under slitted emerald eyes, accompanied by giant cat-like yawns every now and then as he tosses and turns, trying to get comfortable. for once, his hair is up in a high ponytail, damp red spikes jutting more haphazardly than usual down his bare back. if one bothered to pay attention, they'd notice the scratches and even a few bites here and there -- his chest is guaranteed to sport at least a half-dozen more]

Sunshine, I've got [yawn] a proposition for you.

[proceeds to stretch out completely, back arching like a feline before he flops back down on his tummy]

How the hell does anyone sleep in this place?