Axl was sitting in his room smoking. Habit , of course. Since it was winter and you felt cold, you took one of his hoodies and pull it over your t-shirt. After few minutes he looks at you and realizes you're wearing his hoodie. He doesn't like when people touch his stuff, especially without asking. He rises his eyebrow and says: "Cute. 10, 9, 8… He looks at you like he ready to stab you if you don't take his hoodie off in next 10 seconds. (You and Axl are close but don’t touch his things)