Axel wrinkled his nose at the ominous words. He didn’t even know what the hell he was, he wasn’t sure why this guy seemed to think that he’d been in danger before. No one had ever come close to guessing, much less confronting him or breaking into his apartment because of what he is. He leaned back in his seat, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck before his hand inched up to tug at his curls. Finally, both hands fell back to his lap, fingers twitching for something to do. It was hard deciding how to respond to all this, especially his kidnapper apparently valuing his possessions when the guy had been threatening him not that long ago. He didn’t get what his deal was, what angle he was playing. Maybe he really didn’t mean him any harm, but Axel wasn’t stupid enough to actually trust him yet.
Maybe he’d answer some questions that really mattered.
“So, uh… What do you mean by ‘what I am’? What are metas?” For a kid who’d spent most of his life desperately trying to be human, having someone right in front of him who could tell him all the ways he wasn’t human was too tempting to ignore.
He perked up at the mention of burgers. Food always made everything better, especially meat. Whatever Marcus was taking out of the car’s mini fridge, however, was not meat. Axel sniffed the air curiously when the scent of blood hit him, watching Marcus down the liquid with his head tilted to one side. He might not know how to tell the difference between a human and a shifter purely by smell, but he sure knew the scent of blood.
Super sneaky, knows about magic, drinks blood…. naaaaww….
Shelving his wandering thoughts for now, Axel perked up once more at the mention of magic. “Why didn’t they come get me instead? No offense, but if magic is real it’s probably a lot more convenient for kidnapping than showing up with a shower. Unless magic carries a price or something? Oh shit, do you have to have something like mana to cast magic and if you don’t you’re pretty much useless?”
He went on like that for a bit, asking stupid questions as they came to him about whether or not magic in the real world was anything like the magic in his video games. He would have kept going for a while, too, if he didn’t get completely derailed by his kidnapper becoming his new favorite person ever by manifesting his sword and offering it to him.
Axel lit up like a kid on Christmas. He let out a barely-there squeal of delight as he carefully took the katana from Marcus, inspecting it closely as he tested it weight in his hands. “Holy shit.” He muttered, attention entirely focused on the sword and seemingly unaware of anything he might be saying outloud. “This is real. Super real. Like an actual fucking katana real. Shit I haven’t seen one that wasn’t fucking dulled metal or plastic in so long, holy crap, this belongs in like a museum or on someone’s wall…”
He trailed off, hands gripping the hilt and sheath to slowly slip the blade partially out, letting out another soft, delighted squeal as he spotted some kanji. His mouth moved quietly as he tried to parse out the words, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in frustration as he realized that the characters didn’t come to him as easily as they used to. With a sigh, he covered the blade once more and offered the katana back to its owner. He felt like he’d been pushing his luck already, it won’t do to start swinging a damned sword around in an enclosed space on top of it all. “Man, my kanji is super rusty. This the coolest thing that I’ve seen in awhile. Where did you get it?”
Maybe he’d answer some questions that really mattered.
“So, uh… What do you mean by ‘what I am’? What are metas?” For a kid who’d spent most of his life desperately trying to be human, having someone right in front of him who could tell him all the ways he wasn’t human was too tempting to ignore.
He perked up at the mention of burgers. Food always made everything better, especially meat. Whatever Marcus was taking out of the car’s mini fridge, however, was not meat. Axel sniffed the air curiously when the scent of blood hit him, watching Marcus down the liquid with his head tilted to one side. He might not know how to tell the difference between a human and a shifter purely by smell, but he sure knew the scent of blood.
Super sneaky, knows about magic, drinks blood…. naaaaww….
Shelving his wandering thoughts for now, Axel perked up once more at the mention of magic. “Why didn’t they come get me instead? No offense, but if magic is real it’s probably a lot more convenient for kidnapping than showing up with a shower. Unless magic carries a price or something? Oh shit, do you have to have something like mana to cast magic and if you don’t you’re pretty much useless?”
He went on like that for a bit, asking stupid questions as they came to him about whether or not magic in the real world was anything like the magic in his video games. He would have kept going for a while, too, if he didn’t get completely derailed by his kidnapper becoming his new favorite person ever by manifesting his sword and offering it to him.
Axel lit up like a kid on Christmas. He let out a barely-there squeal of delight as he carefully took the katana from Marcus, inspecting it closely as he tested it weight in his hands. “Holy shit.” He muttered, attention entirely focused on the sword and seemingly unaware of anything he might be saying outloud. “This is real. Super real. Like an actual fucking katana real. Shit I haven’t seen one that wasn’t fucking dulled metal or plastic in so long, holy crap, this belongs in like a museum or on someone’s wall…”
He trailed off, hands gripping the hilt and sheath to slowly slip the blade partially out, letting out another soft, delighted squeal as he spotted some kanji. His mouth moved quietly as he tried to parse out the words, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in frustration as he realized that the characters didn’t come to him as easily as they used to. With a sigh, he covered the blade once more and offered the katana back to its owner. He felt like he’d been pushing his luck already, it won’t do to start swinging a damned sword around in an enclosed space on top of it all. “Man, my kanji is super rusty. This the coolest thing that I’ve seen in awhile. Where did you get it?”
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