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Tsk. Stubborn. [This is what all the kids Axel knows have in common.] Go to the bathroom or something.
[It's now that Axel lets go of her hand and props it under his head for support. This armrest isn't made for a person to rest their head on. Hm. Wonder why. Shuts his eyes again. Voice quiet.]
...Sorta. Not really. No one really knows. I mean, sure, I know what I appreciate, but not why or how.