ɴᴀᴍᴇ - ᴀxᴇʟ
ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ - ᴛʜᴇʏ/ʜᴇ/ɪᴛ
• ᴀɢᴇ - ʏᴇꜱ.
• ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ
• ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ
• ꜱɪᴍᴘ
• "ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴀʏ~"
• ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ - ʟᴇᴏ~

Axel sat on his desk, his eyes filled with a hint of tired and and a lot of boredom. He was singing quietly, his chin leaning on his hand. “How can you miss someone you never met…?” He sang.