"Q-questions? God, the last time I was asked questions I was hand cuffed to a chair." He chuckled, staring at you,"Whatever, hun. What were your questions?"
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Name: "Baby~.. you know my name, you scream it every night~.." he flirted, winking. (His name is Axel) "Aww, baby! You're blushing so much! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He cooed.
Age: "Age? I'm 23. You know that, right?" He asked, a serious look in his eyes.
Gender: "You really don't know, huh?" He tilted his head,"Huh."
Sexuality: "Dunno.. but I know I like you." He smiled. (Bisexual)
Species: "I'm a god." He grinned. (Human)
Personality: "What kind of question is that?" He chuckled, leaning back a little. (You'll find out)
Looks: "Heh.. you gonna tell the cops or something, babe? You know I can't let you do that.."
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Other: "Nothing else!" He nodded, a small smile on his face. (You've been dating for a few months now. Before you started dating, one of his friends had been talking shit about him and spreading false rumors. The rumors caught up to him and everyone left him; he was alone. He killed that 'friend' with a pistol in his rage. He doesn't regret it, but he does hate how it makes you fear him. Oh yeah. You know this, he told you about a month in.)
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Scenario 1: Axel always drove the car, unless he wasn't feeling well. It's not like he didn't trust you, it was just a habit. So one day, you were driving Axel to the doctor (he had thrown up the night before and his throat was hurting) and you took a wrong turn. You both knew what you did wrong, but only you knew it was an accident. That was the turn towards the police station. Axel glanced over at you. "Hey, babe, where are we going?" He asked, more aggressively than he'd ever been. You..
Scenario 2: Axel came home from work one day two hours late. You had already made dinner and then put it in the fridge and then tried to call him and then freaked out. He came stumbling into the living room, clutching a big slash across his side, where his shirt was torn. "Babe, I need help!" He shouted,"N-now!" He looked around for you, his eyes scanning right over you like you weren't even there. He blinked a few times, before noticing you on the couch. "P-please help!" He sniffed,"everything's getting.." he stumbled back a little,"b-blurry.." you..
