axel eats while I play unfitting music

[insinerating]

[This afternoon in Holly Heights, you may have passed by an odd sight. In front of one of the houses, there is a nobody seated on a lawn chair with several boxes of what appears to be ice cream to his left, and a pile of wrappers and sticks to his right. If you ask, maybe he'll share.]

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[centripetal]

Name… [ how rude. she seems to realize this as she stands up a bit straighter. ] Ah, right! I'm Colette. Sorry, I got a little distracted.

What about yours?

[insinerating]

Colette, huh?

[will be committing that to memory, because that's what he does best.]

The name's Axel. Spelled a-x-E-L by the way, not like the gear.

[centripetal]

a-x-E-L, got it.

[ can she take another bite of ice cream.... yes she will be, thanks. ]

Does this really taste bland to you, A-X-E-L? It's really good.

[insinerating]

[pausing for a second, and then maybe snorting a little.]

No no, [wagging a finger] Aaaaxel. Axel. C'mon, say it with me.

[centripetal]

Oops. I thought it'd be more clear that way, but I guess it doesn't really work.

A-X-E-L. Axel. Is that okay now?

[insinerating]

Bingo! Good to know you've got my name memorized. I'll be testing you later, yeah?