Axl Jager

King Clan

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He was one hundred percent aware of the fact that his bike was louder than most cars- not his fault. He had did everything he could to make it quieter, and it had only worked to some extent. Thankfully, he was mostly cruising in, so it wasn't like he was gunning the engine. Honestly... he hated the noise. He had very sensitive ears, and he knew it brought attention to himself; something he didn't want.

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He internally winced at her wicked grin, knowing he was in for a helluva night. He was quite worried about it, but all he could hope was she didn't show it to anyone else for fear they'd recognize him and get mad at her. Well, it'd probably be HARD to recognize him in a flippin' unicorn costume... but he did have a pretty memorable face.

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"I wouldn't call it gorgeous- I was struggling. Did you know the Itilian word for and is E? Just... E. That's it." He wrinkled his nose. "And hello and goodbye are the same word. What are you supposed to do with that? Ciao! Hello? No, I'm leaving." Axl snorted. He hadn't exactly loved videoing himself struggling, but he was a man of his word. However, as soon as she said he could stop- he damn right was. "I know what that 'gift' is, and I'm telling you right now, I am NOT taking it home." He huffed, making that very firm. If she wanted to keep it, so be it. HE did not want to be reminded of his suffering years later.

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His gaze flitted to hers as it flicked to his hair, then he grinned. "Whaat? Don't like my perfectly styled hair?" He asked with a smirk, running his hand through his hair and sort of taming it. Kinda. It looked better. Plus, it wasn't sticking up in crazy ways anymore.

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Axl followed with a relaxed gait, but his gaze flicked around as he scanned the area. He felt slightly uneasy being here. It wasn't exactly safe for him, but since when had he cared about his own safety? No, wait- he cared about her carpet. Yes, that makes sense. "Some kind of delinquent. I'm flattered." He rolled his eyes, tone flat and sarcastic. He was a very handsome delinquent, thank you very much. He gave her a disdainful glance at her highly offensive words, putting on a faux pout. "My amazing last name has been tarnished." He complained. It was a pretty damn cool last name, but amazing? Anyone who was prey would not think so. He was a Hunter, and that wasn't very good in a lot of situations.

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Axl glanced down as she kicked off her shoes, taking the hint- and using common sense. White carpet = no boots. He unlaced his boots with quick, practiced precision then set them in a near pair by the door. The first thing he saw when he glanced up was his torture method. A giant very white unicorn onesie with a bright pink mane and tail and a floppy hood. "Ahi." He winced. Italian.... for ouch. His eyes flitted over it for a moment before they started melting out, so he averted his gaze and stepped a singular stride further in, then paused and surveyed his surroundings. It was a cozy little cabin, with bare brick walls, a nice fireplace, and that fuzzy white carpet she loved so much. His memory told him that the vacuum peeking out of a corner from its charger station was, in fact, Jeffrey. There were pictures, little trinkets, shelves... everything you'd find in a normal home. "I love the carpet." He finally stated solemnly. It honestly felt really weird to be standing there in his socks- okay, he rarely took off his boots. They were clean and his house was easy to clean. He NEVER walked AROUND without them. And if he didn't have them on in the house, he wore sandals - because barefoot was not an option. The ground just felt weird. He shrugged off his leather jacket... wouldn't be needing that, as she was starting a fire, and draped it over his flannel covered arm. As always, a long sleeve. Something hadn't changed.

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Raegan watched with great satisfaction as Axl kicked off his shoes, a smug little smile settling on her face. Good. House rules respected. Meanwhile, she continued stacking logs into the fireplace, carefully lighting it before swiftly shutting the door—because, let’s be real, the last thing she needed was to burn down this century-old building. That would be… bad. Worse, actually. Because if the house went up in flames, the unicorn costume would also go up in flames, and with it, every single opportunity to get photographic evidence of Axl wearing it. That? That would be the real tragedy.

Axl Jager

King Clan

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He winced as he watched her grin widen, his own expression a look of defeat. There wasn't any way he could worm out of it now. He mineswell at least make the best out of being warm and cozy. Then again, his idea of warm and cozy was 65 with a blanket. He never wrapped himself up in layers. Unless they were clothing layers and he was skiing or such. He never needed to be very warm, nor did he really appreciate the normal texture of soft fuzzy stuff. In any case, this was no time to regret his decision. He needed to focus on the part where Raegan had let him into her home, for a movie night, and he needed to make the best out of it. And behave perfectly. No mistakes. No slip ups. Everything he said would have a distinct purpose and goal, and everything would be monitored. He could do this. Not that hard. Just exist.

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Plus, how could things possibly go wrong if he looked like an absolute fool? He obviously couldn't do anything- his mobility would be absolutely nothing in that abomination. Which meant if someone came IN here trying to kill him all he really could do was plead for them not to hurt Raegan's white carpet and to do it outside. Not like he'd be able to run away. The white unicorn suit would be toast, though.

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His gaze flitted to the bottle of whiskey as she gestured that way, eyes lighting up slightly. "Oh look, something to numb the pain!" He said cheerfully. "Much obliged. I do very much appreciate that particular gift." He WAS smiling before his face twisting into a wrinkled nose betrayed kinda huffy glare. "Okay fiiiine. I'll go try not to pass out while I put on that horrid suit and ...." His grumbling faded into another huff as he grabbed the unicorn thing, gave it a clear look of disdain, and stopped immediately. "... the bathroom is where?" He glanced at her quizzically. He had been in this house once, for some reason, long ago, maybe when the other owners still had it- why, he couldn't fathom- but he had only been in the living room / kitchen thing.

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After she told him, he sighed in defeat and moved that way, disappearing. 2 or so minutes later, he was kinda hovering in the hallway looking utterly grumpy just out of sight and wearing the glorious unicorn suit. With the hood down, obviously. No need to add to his misery. When he heard her Mafia comment, he snorted, though still out of view. "I still feel like I will never have to worry about that route in my life." He pointed out as he sidled out into the open, looking rather unhappy yet still amused at the same time. So, the fact is, he did look like a very harmless fluffy unicorn, but he was probably the most awesome looking harmless fluffy unicorn to ever exist. His almost black eyes clashed against the fuzzy white fur, making them look even darker as he watched her drily. "I hope it was worth it, because I am already dying." Hopefully his life force hadn't drained away entirely by the time he left.

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"Hey- you said that you were proud of your carpet! You never gushed to me about your glorious brick walls or your very well working warm fireplace." He complained. "But fine, since you asked so nicely. Your entire home is absolutely marvelous and I envy it with every fiber of my being. It is all put together SO beautifully, almost as if an actual woman lived here." His tone dripped with sarcasm by the end of his sentence. "To clarify, I did mean it- it is a really nice house. Not just the carpet- it all looks great." Axl made sure to sound genuine when he was saying that, since he had a tendency to sound dry and sarcastic. He did really mean it. This was a cozy little place.

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He lifted his eyebrows slightly as he glanced at the table. "Ya know, I think you overestimate how much I can eat without feeling guilty because you bought it. Or at all." He wrinkled his nose. "I never starve. I'm rarely ever hungry." He huffed. "And my delinquent ass is already worried about other problems right now, so you don't have to worry about it starving." He had absolutely no need to eat enough food for a family, so that seemed pretty unnecessary. Still, he was almost already feeling bad that she did all this. For him, of course. It was her fault for suggesting it, though. He watched her carefully for a moment before glancing around again, mentally making note of where the exits were in case he had to abandon ship. He didn't think he'd have to, so it didn't really matter, but if anything went south- the best thing to do would be to remove himself from the situation. That always seemed to help. Axl huffed quietly and pushed the hood off of one of his shoulders. "Why do they even make these in adult sizes? What psychopath would wear this.... willingly?"

Raegan Norhtland

Blue Ridge Clan

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Raegan rolled her eyes so hard she half-expected them to get stuck that way. A chuckle slipped out as she watched Axl grab the limp, sagging unicorn suit that had been strategically placed right in front of the doorway like a cursed artifact. When he asked, she lazily pointed toward the bathroom, humming in amusement. She could already picture his reaction—well, actually, she didn’t have to picture it. He already looked like he was questioning every life decision that had led him here. Look, if he really didn’t want to do it, she wasn’t going to force him. Not physically, anyway. She had envisioned a scenario where she tackled him and wrestled him into it, but she was self-aware enough to know that wouldn’t end well for her. Besides, the goal was for him to enjoy his time here, not to be bullied into a life-altering humiliation. However, she had spent money on it, so he was absolutely wearing it. One way or another, that thing was coming home with him. She’d glue it to his backpack if she had to.

As soon as he disappeared, she busied herself with making drinks and setting them on the table, then stood there squinting at the TV like she was trying to crack the Da Vinci Code. What the hell had they agreed to watch again? Her brain scrambled through the archives, but the memory was lost in the void of one-too-many-late-night-texts. It had to be something dumb. IT. Right. That was it. The newer version, because her brother had gone on some unhinged rant about it being a disgrace to horror cinema. Sounded about right. She barely registered Axl moving in her peripheral vision—until she turned, took one look at him, and her entire soul ascended. The sheer majesty of it. The tail bouncing slightly with every step. The hood flopped uselessly against his back, the horn poking over his shoulder like a tiny, defeated antenna. This was the greatest moment of her life. “Ohmygoodness—” The words came out in a single, breathless wheeze before she cackled, actually cackled, doubling over for a second before collecting herself just enough to close the distance. With zero hesitation, she reached up and yanked the hood over his head. Then she stepped back, arms crossed, chin tilted as she took in her masterpiece. Axl, the murder-y, brooding menace, now a fully transformed, fuzzy-ass unicorn. She was shaking. The effort to contain her laughter was physical. “Ohhh, I’m dying too, don’t you worry,” she gasped. “So worth it. This may be the best thing I have ever seen.”

She was going to cry-laugh. She never thought she’d see someone—him, of all people—dressed like this, and in her house, no less. He looked like he was contemplating every way he could end her existence, but unfortunately for him, it was impossible to look intimidating while dressed as a mythical marshmallow. The white and pink really complemented the couch, too. “You should think yourself lucky, you know,” she continued, feigning a sympathetic sigh. “I strongly considered getting you matching slippers, but I figured that might be pushing it.” When he finally got around to halfheartedly complimenting her house, she nodded sagely. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted to hear,” she said, dripping with sarcasm. But when he doubled back and actually sounded genuine, she let her grin turn more mischievous. “Great. Glad you like it. Brilliant. So, when are you moving in?” Was she taking this wildly out of context? Yes. Did that make it more fun? Also yes.

She gestured at the food, puffing out her cheeks. “I bought it for both of us, so I suggest you start eating, or your delinquent ass will have far more important things to worry about than—” The doorbell rang. She perked up immediately, abandoning her vague threat to grab the pizzas. The delivery guy looked far too high to be entrusted with transporting food, but honestly, that just made it funnier when he peeked into the house and visibly recoiled at the sight of the human-sized unicorn lurking inside. Oh, that was priceless. She barely choked back a laugh as the guy all but sprinted back to his moped, looking like he had just witnessed something unholy. Turning back, she plopped the pizza boxes on the table and gave Axl a look. “As I was saying, please don’t feel guilty about eating.” She wrinkled her nose. “I physically cannot eat all of this alone. You were the inspiration for this little feast, so you better start living up to the expectation.”

She leaned against the table, eyeing him as he wriggled uncomfortably in the suit. She snorted. “Because people like me enjoy tormenting people like you.” That was half the answer, at least. She did love a good fluffy onesie, but you wouldn’t catch her dead wearing one. That was a level of comfort she simply refused to accept. Still, she did take a moment to consider his point. Why did they make them in his size? Like, sure, the internet was a weird place, but this? This was suspiciously specific. “…Okay, yeah, no, this is deeply unsettling,” she admitted, furrowing her brows as if she’d just uncovered a massive conspiracy. “Where the hell did this thing even come from?” She was 99.9% sure she'd somehow stumbled onto the dark web while trying to find it... but oh well, she very clearly couldn't care any less.

Axl Jager

King Clan

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Axl spent the next five minutes trying to readjust the suit so it was mildly comfortable. He picked at the sleeves with a frown, then huffed out a sigh. How had he ended up here? Oh, yeah... she said nothing would make her more happy than seeing that. So he had done it. Made sense. He still was wondering what he had been thinking when agreeing, though. He could've been like: oh, that's nice. No way. But noooo, he just had to do everything he could to make her happy. And he damn well hope it worked as well as he was expecting, because this was downright humiliating.

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His eyebrows lifted slightly as she glanced over at him before looking like - he didn't even know. He scowled at her as she burst out laughing. Granted, it was more laughing than he had ever heard come out of her in his entire life, but STILL. He was HURTING over here and her? Dying of laughter. He jerked back a second too late as she grabbed the hood and yanked it over his head, almost strangling him in the process. He let out a disgruntled grumble, giving her a flat look. The hood flopped awkwardly sideways even on his head, the horn almost sagging into his eyes. The sad little ears were flopping sideways and in the whole picture, his glowering face. He crossed his arms as she continued wheezing, waiting for her to stop. ...About a minute later, he decided that was highly unlikely, and the amusement that was building inside of him from watching her laugh was enough for the smallest of smiles to quirk his lips up.

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"Oh, good. I'm glad it wasn't completely worthless." He huffed, flipping his head back and effectively getting the hood to fall back before looking at her again. "LUCKY?" His look turned incredulous as he scoffed. Yeah, he felt VERY lucky. Luckiest guy in the whole world. "I would've thrown them out the window, so good thinking." He deadpanned, picking at the sleeves as she spoke. Eugh- they were somehow soft and scratchy. No fabric should feel like two different things at the same time. He rolled his eyes at her mischevious grin. "I'll stick with my very safe home without white carpet, thanks." He could never take the stress of being near white carpet. Even now he was scared his black socks would somehow stain it. They shouldn't physically be ABLE to, but he was still worried.

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"Okay okay, yeesh. I'll eat." He lifted his hands in surrender, then realized that probably looked way stupider with the unicorn suit on. Huffing quietly, he turned to speak when the doorbell rang and he almost jumped out of his skin. After checking to make sure his heart was still beating, he threw the delivery person a piercing glare before Raegan shut the door. "I almost DIED." He stated with a wide eyed dramatic tone. "That was horrifying. I thought it was one of your relatives." That was a legitimate fear, but still. "Well, I can't feel guilty about eating pizza. Who doesn't love pizza." He had to mentally remind himself there was white carpet everywhere and he had a white suit on- that raised his blood pressure quite a bit. He was totally not normal, but one of the most stressful things in his life was not staining things when he was eating. He was not to any extent a messy eater- he was an adult for God's sake- but still, terrifying. "I'll help. Promise." He smiled slightly.

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Axl waited for her to answer his question about why they would make these in this size, and when she finally did begin looking troubled, he nodded vigorously. "EXACTLY." He grinned. "I don't KNOW. You're the one who got it. Do you think other people actually wear these? Why?" He shook his head slowly. Imagine the horrid things- ugh. No. He moved to the pizza- he did NOT want cold pizza- and grabbed a piece, sidling into the kitchen where the floor was hard and not carpeted. Better safe than sorry.

Raegan Northland

Blue Ridge Clan

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Raegan nodded in full agreement. Axl was very lucky. She could have easily gone for something even worse—bright pink with a purple mane, perhaps—but she decided that might be too emasculating for him. Not that this wasn’t. This was... the opposite of masculine? Not masculine? She wasn’t sure. Either way, it was hilarious, and she was absolutely thriving off of it. The best part? He somehow looked cuddly. Like a giant, grumpy teddy bear who might rip someone’s head off at any second, but still a teddy bear nonetheless. This was significantly better than him just sulking in a corner. At least now, she had a giant walking unicorn instead of a giant walking werewolf who looked like he was debating whether or not to attack her. Not that he would, but he could, and that was terrifying enough. But this? This was fantastic. She could giggle at this all night, because hell, it was funny.

She let out an exaggerated pout when he flipped the hood back, giving him a long, disappointed sigh like he’d just deeply let her down. What a waste. She gave him a solemn shake of the head, then let out a dramatic huff. “Very, very lucky,” she chirped. “Do you have any idea how many different ones of these I found? There was a pair of slippers where the horns stood up whenever you walked. Wings, Axl. There was a onesie with wings. But, out of the kindness of my heart, I decided against it. You are so lucky.” She gave him a mock-serious nod, as if this was truly a life-altering blessing. When he muttered something about throwing them out a window, she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest like he’d deeply offended her, but then just shrugged. “I don’t care what you do with them after tonight,” she mused, flopping onto the couch with a smug grin. The future of the onesie was not her concern. What was her concern was watching him suffer in the most perfect unicorn ensemble money could buy.

His constant complaining did nothing to dull her mood, but his little smile? That only made her light up even more. See? It wasn’t that bad. He got a movie night, and she got the opportunity of a lifetime. At some point, there would be photo evidence of Axl Jäger as a unicorn. Hopefully, he’d be eating pizza in a too-small chair in her tiny kitchen, looking like some kind of cursed fairytale beast trying to integrate into society. Oh yeah. That had to happen. Maybe a full-on photoshoot.

As he grumbled about his near-death experience with the high pizza guy, Raegan let out another cackle. If her family showed up, they’d just walk in. She barely ever locked her doors—this was a safe place. Well. Mostly. Maybe she should start locking them, just in case some actual stranger waltzed in. That wouldn’t be ideal. She winced at the thought, but quickly shook it off. “My family wouldn’t knock,” she said, shrugging. Besides, she’d already told them she was having a quiet night, so no one was showing up unannounced. Hopefully. And even if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize Axl—especially not when he was dressed like this. The thought alone nearly sent her into another fit of laughter. One of the best days of her life. Easily. “Besides, what are they gonna do if they see you?” she added, tilting her head in faux innocence. “I invited you here. I think I’m safe for the time being.” Probably. Her family might have other opinions on that. They weren’t just mad about the past—they were mad about who he was. And who his father was. And how, at one point in time, he had tried to hurt her. Had hurt her. And if they found out she had willingly brought him back into her life? Yeah, no. That wouldn’t go over well. If they walked in right now, dressed as he was? He’d be dead before he even had a chance to explain.

She shuddered a little, staring at the onesie again. The fact that these existed in his size was deeply unsettling. Who was buying these? She looked the suit up and down, half-expecting to find some hidden disturbing detail she had missed. Nope. Definitely just an oversized onesie. If she had accidentally bought something else, she wouldn’t forgive herself. The thought alone made her physically convulse, and she shook her head quickly, as if trying to jolt the idea out of existence. No. Nope. Not happening. She grabbed a slice of pizza and sat next to him, but her whole expression was still twisted in horror. “I don’t… know…” she muttered around a bite, her entire body rejecting the concept. “Maybe… unicorn wrestling…” she trailed off, contemplating the idea. Yeah. That seemed plausible. Unicorn wrestling, where they throw massive dudes into suits and make them fight. Actually? That sounded kind of fun. Maybe she was onto something. "I dunno. I do know I got a virus when I ordered it though," she huffed.

Shaking the thought away, she glanced up at him, grinning. “So, I messaged my brother for movies—we agreed on IT, but if I go to bed with that as the last thing on my mind, I might die,” she admitted. “So pick something else, too. Anything.” She waved a hand vaguely, rattling off a few suggestions. “Top Gun? Mad Max? John Wick? I don’t care. We’re not stopping until you’ve eaten so much you physically can’t keep your bike upright.” That sounded more like a threat than she had intended, but oh well. A good time was a good time. And if it got too late? He could crash. …Not on her couch, obviously. But, like. Maybe outside. On the sidewalk. Or his bike. He’d figure it out.

Axl Jager

King Clan

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He knew damn well how ridiculous he looked. He felt like a very dangerous marshmallow- like he had the guts to dive bomb the white house but would only bounce off and probably get squished. He felt like he could run up and try to hit someone and they'd try to figure out what was tickling them. It was terrible. He didn't think he could do anything in this- he'd be depressed watching IT, because the clown had a better costume than him. How did that even happen? They looked like an idiot with those medieval ruffles, and then there was him. He one upped the evil crown.

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He rolled his eyes as she sighed in disappointment when he flipped his hood back. At least he had a viable excuse- he hated the feeling of hoods because it pressed his hair against his neck. For this same reason, he disliked helmets, but he wore them anyway. He had a good enough brain to protect. "I can only imagine." He shuddered as she mentioned wings- WINGS. What horrid person... oh, it didn't matter. All he knew was he got it easy. "I feel very lucky." He said drily, craning his head around to glare menacingly at the bright pink tail for a moment. Okay, he felt averagely lucky. No very. "I can assure you I ain't framing it." He snorted. He was doing this for her, yes... but that didn't mean he wanted it to haunt him for the rest of his life. Imagine waking up every morning and remembering that was in your closet, waiting. Eugh.

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He couldn't help but be slightly amused because of her radiant expressions. He was 99 percent sure that this was the happiest-in-an-evil way he had ever seen her. And that alone made him happy, which he was trying very hard to conceal. He was sure there was no joke on earth he could've cracked that would've made her laugh like she did a minute ago. It didn't matter she was laughing at him and not with him- he was still the cause, and for that, he was pleased. Sacrifices did have to be made, but... well... in a platonic way, that's what love was for. Caring about somebody else more than you cared about yourself. He had that box checked about a million times. He would give everything for her.

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"Oh- THAT'S Reassuring. Now I don't even have a second to freak out before I'm dead." He huffed, shaking his head. "Maybe you can, like, hold them back for a second so I can fire off a couple creative curses before I get dismebowled, eh?" He suggested with a faintly amused smile. "Uhhh... violently murder me? Dismember me?" He suggested. "Stone me to death?" When she started speaking again, he fell silent, making a face. "I'll take your word for it." He didn't FEEL very safe, but whatever. He knew this was no place for anyone from King Clan, especially a Jager, but he was here for her so he wasn't leaving.

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He stared down at his fuzzy knees as he sat there and carefully didn't let pizza sauce touch the fabric, nose wrinkling as she muttered in a dejected tone. "Unicorn wrestling?" He quirked an eyebrow, not sure if he heard right. "Good lord, I'd pay tons to watch that. Slap a couple unicorn suits on pro wrestlers and see how they do." He finally grinned. "I bet they'd be much less effective. But imagine the comedy relief." He knew he would be dying of laughter the whole time. And he didn't laugh much. Definitely not for an extended period of time. Still, that would be hilarious. "One, two, three, down! Mr. Princess Cakes wins!" He spread his hands dramatically, snorting in amusement. "That definitely means you should not have bought this wherever you did, then."

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Axl nodded as she spoke. "The new IT is much less scary." He offered. He had watched both. The first was good, but the second wasn't as scary. Kinda funny, really. "Uh... okay then. Deadpool." He grinned, only mostly joking. "Lethal Weapon. Equal parts funny and action. With the actor that's in Mad Max... Mr. What's His Name. Mel Gibson." He suggested. An actually serious suggestion this time... he had always loved the Lethal Weapon movies, and Riggs was a great character. "Uh- I think that's a bad idea, but I'll eat enough." He wanted to get home.

Axl Jager

King Clan

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As Axl stood there, leaning against a wall, occasionally glancing around the house, he made a firm conscious decision that he hadn't quite made before. He had always wanted to help her, to mold this relationship into something and better, or at least good enough, but he had never promised himself something. Now he was. Her walls were a lot higher than he was tall. He wasn't going to climb them. He wasn't going to knock them down. He wasn't going to jump them. He wasn't going to bang on them or yell from the other side. He was going to sit quietly at the bottom of the tallest one. He was going to speak to her softly about everything and anything except the obvious... the walls. He was going to stay there at the bottom, joking, laughing with her, proving he could be alright. Proving that the walls may not need to be there. He was going to do this until his last sunset or the walls came down, because he was slowly beginning to realize something. Raegan was, and always had been, the most important thing in his life. Much more important than Konig, the company, any other person, his house- none of that held a candle to her. She was the reason he got out of bed every day, and the reason he willed himself to sleep so that he wasn't a zombie. She was the reason he risked his life, quite honestly, coming out here. Any pain or suffering that occurred on his end would be completely worth it. She was also the reason he was mentally ruined and wished he wasn't a werewolf, but that only made the bond stronger, didn't it? If that could happen- if he could try and kill her, if something so horrible and cruel could occur, and they could be BACK HERE? He was in her house right now. Joking with her. Talking with her. If this could happen... they were strong enough to withstand anything. Now it was only a matter of time. He would not push, nor would be pry, but he would be here till he died.

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He watched her with a soft smile as she began to speak, looking mildly amused. Since his well thought over decision, he had also decided the unicorn suit was necessary for this journey and that he'd have to ignore it, so he was gonna act normal. Ish. Hopefully. "No no, not taunt them. I was thinking praying. And running for my life. While spewing some flavorful bad words." He grinned. "Not towards them, just in general." He said with a sniff. Of course he would never taunt her family- good lord, he wasn't THAT stupid. He deserved whatever they were gonna do. He'd still bolt anyway, though, cause he preferred dying quickly. "I have a few ideas, and none of them are making the pizza look very good, so ima just forget about that." There was usually a lot of blood and stray body parts involved, so he didn't need to be thinking of that while, as she said, trying to eat so much he couldn't keep his bike upright.

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"Oh, yes, lucky me. When one of my arms is nowhere to be found after the carnage, I'm sure you can find a new one and stitch me back up like a real nice Frankenstein's Monster." He scoffed, though he still looked amused. "Don't you remember how the book Frankenstein ended? I'm pretty sure the monster disappeared into Antarctica- dead- and Frankenstein himself died. So I suggest you don't do that." Plus, ya know, everyone and everything Frankenstein loved had also been killed by the monster, but he wasn't gonna mention that.

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When she hummed, he did glance up- then gave her a highly disdainful look over his pizza as she took a picture. After swallowing the bite and wiping the grease off of his face with a paper towel, he finally huffed. "Why then? I'll be remembered for all time as the unicorn that enjoyed pizza." He half playfully glared at her before carefully placing the Rogue piece of pepperoni back on the pizza.

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His eyebrows lifted and then his face brightened like a bulb. "Oh good heavens. I've finally found someone that loves Deadpool as much as I do. How did this never come up in our earlier conversations?" He inquired. "Oh yes. All three are great, though I have to say I'm partial to the first two." He was a LITTLE mad about Marvel bringing in Wolverine again after giving them the perfect death. And not even the correct Wolverine. No, some drunkard. From a random universe.

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He glanced down at the last piece of pizza with a half incredulous look, nose wrinkled. "The chances of me getting home have dropped down to 80 percent." He joked. "You are achieving your mission." Nevertheless... Axl could never turn down pizza. Not now, not ever. He was the type of guy that always had room for one more but never took it unless told. He finished that piece in record time, mostly so he could boast immediately afterward. "Not one SINGLE drop of grease on anything. I am amazing. Also extremely lucky but amazing." He chuckled slightly, then arched a brow. "Nooo, don't do that to me. You pick. I just gave a suggestion." He hated having to pick movies. What if the other person didn't actually enjoy it? He didn't care what they watched- all the movies she had listed were great, too.