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[i]Axel Striphe[/i]

Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. [b]"Excuse me, mam."[/b] He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. [color=f49ac2]"Er, yes, sir?"[/color] She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture}

[b]"A mint tea?"[/b] He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, [color=f49ac2]"Y-yes, sir!"[/color] Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.[/center]