“It’s four in the afternoon. Fuck off.”
A night of drinking, wandering, and finally parking his ass on a bench with a newspaper resting over his face. Kaine smelled, looked, and felt like shit. He paws at the air in a sloppy manner, as if to shoo the individual bugging him.
“Actually it is three am.” He told the drunken man. “You stink like a gutter and acutally look like you have crawled out of one. I suggest you get home before you regret spending the night outside.” Axel smirked before frowning at what he could smell under the alcohol and filth.
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