Axel slumped back against the wall the moment he was released. His legs shook, barely managing to keep him standing as the rest of his body began to shiver in earnest. He automatically brought his arms up to cross over his chest, hands tucking into his sides as he tried to bring back up his core body temperature. Fuck this whole situation sideways, it sucked so bad.
Now there were more commands, more demands, some cryptic words… this guy really didn’t know how to put a guy’s mind at ease. He glared mutinously at the samurai, especially once he was mostly human again, but the expression on his face probably resembled more of a sullen pout than actual anger. He didn’t move until he was alone in the bathroom. Only then did he unstick himself from the wall and swipe his microfiber towel to get rid of the last of the water sucking the heat right from his body.
Once he was mostly dry, Axel let himself have a moment, just one moment, to take in a deep breath, hold, and let it out on a slow exhale. He just needed a second to himself before exiting the bathroom to return to the regularly scheduled shitshow he called a life.
“Nice misdirection.” He said offhandedly while wandering over to his dresser, next to his bed, in search of clothes, still completely naked. Now that he wasn’t being threatened in a shower, he somehow had managed to bullshit his way to a cocky attitude, no doubt to cover up his underlying nerves at this whole situation.
He quickly pulled out boxer briefs and socks from the dresser and tossed them on the bed. Finding pants involved bending down to inspect various articles of clothing in a bottom drawer that had been folded in such a way that he couldn’t actually tell what any of them were. Therefore, he had to take each article out and refold it if it turned out it wasn’t what he’d been after in the first place. He rummaged for a while before finding what he was looking for, tossing some dark wash, ripped skinny jeans onto the bed as well. The shirt he chose was fitted, black, and had red claw marks across the chest because he thought he was hilarious. That, he pulled right over his head once he found it before turning to put on the rest of his clothes. The last thing he grabbed was another band hoodie, this one a bit oversized, that he practically burrowed into because, fuck it, he was still pretty chilly.
Once dressed, he obediently grabbed a bag and tossed his meager collection of clothes into it. He didn’t really have all that much, just a couple days worth of shirts and jeans that he cycled through. Some of the crap he wore didn’t even start out ripped. His lack of options was made all the more apparent when he’d emptied his dressed and turned to start sadly at his discarded clothes from earlier. With a resigned sigh, he tossed his dirty clothes into a plastic grocery bag and stuffed it in with everything else. Who knew where he was going, it was better to pack everything than risk losing anything.
Mission accomplished, he tossed his bag onto the bed. His eyes wandered to the tiny window that lead out into the city night only briefly, vaguely entertaining the idea of vaulting out and making a break for it. But, instead, he turned to his kidnapper with a stubborn expression. “Happy now?”
“Okay, look.” He said while crossing his arms defensively, clearly hyping himself up to say what he wanted to say. “I get that you’re apparently mysteriously kidnapping me or whatever, but I swear that if anyone messes up my rig I will seriously flip my shit. That thing-” He dramatically pointed to his computer “-is all I have in the world.” And if this guy was going to make vague comments about having people bring his computer somewhere (hopefully wherever it was he was being taken, fuck), he wasn’t going to accept anything but the most delicate handling of his girl. Building computers was expensive.
“Now where the fuck are we going and what the hell am I supposed to call you because ‘My Samurai Kidnapper’?”
Now there were more commands, more demands, some cryptic words… this guy really didn’t know how to put a guy’s mind at ease. He glared mutinously at the samurai, especially once he was mostly human again, but the expression on his face probably resembled more of a sullen pout than actual anger. He didn’t move until he was alone in the bathroom. Only then did he unstick himself from the wall and swipe his microfiber towel to get rid of the last of the water sucking the heat right from his body.
Once he was mostly dry, Axel let himself have a moment, just one moment, to take in a deep breath, hold, and let it out on a slow exhale. He just needed a second to himself before exiting the bathroom to return to the regularly scheduled shitshow he called a life.
“Nice misdirection.” He said offhandedly while wandering over to his dresser, next to his bed, in search of clothes, still completely naked. Now that he wasn’t being threatened in a shower, he somehow had managed to bullshit his way to a cocky attitude, no doubt to cover up his underlying nerves at this whole situation.
He quickly pulled out boxer briefs and socks from the dresser and tossed them on the bed. Finding pants involved bending down to inspect various articles of clothing in a bottom drawer that had been folded in such a way that he couldn’t actually tell what any of them were. Therefore, he had to take each article out and refold it if it turned out it wasn’t what he’d been after in the first place. He rummaged for a while before finding what he was looking for, tossing some dark wash, ripped skinny jeans onto the bed as well. The shirt he chose was fitted, black, and had red claw marks across the chest because he thought he was hilarious. That, he pulled right over his head once he found it before turning to put on the rest of his clothes. The last thing he grabbed was another band hoodie, this one a bit oversized, that he practically burrowed into because, fuck it, he was still pretty chilly.
Once dressed, he obediently grabbed a bag and tossed his meager collection of clothes into it. He didn’t really have all that much, just a couple days worth of shirts and jeans that he cycled through. Some of the crap he wore didn’t even start out ripped. His lack of options was made all the more apparent when he’d emptied his dressed and turned to start sadly at his discarded clothes from earlier. With a resigned sigh, he tossed his dirty clothes into a plastic grocery bag and stuffed it in with everything else. Who knew where he was going, it was better to pack everything than risk losing anything.
Mission accomplished, he tossed his bag onto the bed. His eyes wandered to the tiny window that lead out into the city night only briefly, vaguely entertaining the idea of vaulting out and making a break for it. But, instead, he turned to his kidnapper with a stubborn expression. “Happy now?”
“Okay, look.” He said while crossing his arms defensively, clearly hyping himself up to say what he wanted to say. “I get that you’re apparently mysteriously kidnapping me or whatever, but I swear that if anyone messes up my rig I will seriously flip my shit. That thing-” He dramatically pointed to his computer “-is all I have in the world.” And if this guy was going to make vague comments about having people bring his computer somewhere (hopefully wherever it was he was being taken, fuck), he wasn’t going to accept anything but the most delicate handling of his girl. Building computers was expensive.
“Now where the fuck are we going and what the hell am I supposed to call you because ‘My Samurai Kidnapper’?”
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