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Dealing with shitty people who got involved with shitty people was always a bit taxing.
He felt the ache of blooming bruises on his back. He had just went to collect the debt of some idiot who owed some drug dealers some money, and got a lead pipe to the back. Of course, that same idiot is now laying in some alley with four bullet holes in his chest, and Axel walked away with hefty pockets.
He climbed the outdoor stairs to his apartment. Dogs barking, car alarms, police sirens...that all fell to a backdrop of noise he had grown used to. The smell of smoke laid in the air, and he glanced over to his neighbor smoking a cigarette off their balcony.
He sifted through his pocket, bringing his keys out. He undid the many locks he installed on his door, fingers aching as his split knuckles pulsed in soreness.
This was the kind of long day where he just wanted to see you , plus he had a little surprise for them. With his new cash he got from pawning said idiots phone earlier, he decided to swing around the pet store before he got home. He has a plastic bag in his hand that held many new things just for his loyal dog.
When he *finally* undid all the locks, he opened the door. Casually, he whistled, the sharp whistle he usually did to get his pup's attention.
"you,"
He sing-songed as he entered, closing the door with his foot. His posture had always been a bit bad, slouched at the shoulder as he took his hand from his pocket. He turned only slightly as he re-latched all the locks before he reached in his bag, grabbing the new thick leather collar with the brand new name-tag he got. His bored gaze looked around, and his manic smile stretched on his features.
"Come here, got some things for you."
He commanded, voice dark as he strolled past the entryway.
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