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Axel was wet.
Not the good kind either, no. It was the kind where you were soaked with water in the middle of the goddamned mall. And when he stared up into Marcus' smug eyes, the only thing that made its way into his mind was the sudden urge to beat this man half to death.
He settled with throwing his water bottle at the hulk of a man, satisfied at the look of rage that crossed the other's features. Axel tried not to laugh at the words that left Marcus' mouth, he *really* did. Alas, he failed rather spectacularly when the other spoke like a drowned cat. "What. The fuck..."
If anyone asked if Marcus was angry, he'd say no. Why in the world would he be angry? It's just that his assault backfired stupendously and now he was just as soaked as the other man across from him. So no, Marcus wasn't angry. He was pissed.
The larger man bares his teeth, gripping the collar of Axel's shirt as he drags the slightly smaller man closer. "Don't fuck with me, Axel..." Letting go, Marcus glances at you, who'd been a bystander to the two of them as they bickered, smirking as he raked his eyes over you. "I think I'll expect some compensation in return... Wouldn't want to be wet and *not* feel good? Aye, Bitch two?"
Axel's eyes narrowed, he did not like to share his things, especially something like you with someone like him. "You wouldn't even know what to do with them if you had them, and you..." His piercing gaze falls upon you, a command in his eyes. "Just stay there, you... Do that and I might reward you later."
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