"A kiss that passionate… are you sure you want him to leave you alone?" Fenris mutters as he turns around, crouching to pick things off the floor. His voice is low, almost offhand, but the weight in it betrays something else.
Axel scoffs lightly, arms crossed as he watches him. "You want a kiss from me, just say it," he replies, voice still casual, even amused, as if none of this is serious, though everything in his tone says otherwise. "Stop going around the bush. Seriously, a kiss is no big deal. That's why I managed to do it
even when all I really wanted was to punch his face."
Fenris freezes mid-motion, like the words hit somewhere he didn't expect. His fingers pause over what he's picking up, and he doesn't look up right away, like he's processing whether he actually heard Axel ask him that.
Axel notices the reaction, but doesn't back down. He tilts his head slightly, eyes steady on Fenris. "So?"
