[Well. OW. Now now, for all the nice things Grell was doing, why you gotta be like that, Axel? Hmph. And THE FACE of all places!!! Little--
---okay, stomach hit. Flying go. Ouch. Back hits the other side of the stall, hands cradling his torso in defense. If Axel's gonna play that way..]
You scum.
[Tying up his hair now, surprisingly quick, with the other hand before reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around that throat. Hell, he'll squeeze the life out of him for all he cares, dead or alive Grell wouldn't mind a body like that to his own.. what a weird thing to fuel anger~]