Axle had been sitting in the back of the class, his head in his hand, one eye closed, he was looking at Toxic. He saw the hoodie grab the hand, 'what material is that' he thought to himself as he was scribbling drawings of food in his note book. His white hair seems to be slicked back but one strand fall to his face. 'I want to touch it...' He continues to think, as a scribbling of Mayor McCheese slowly appears on the notebook. His hand is graphite, which he has been writing with.