Axl was naturally a bit more hyper than the other Maverick Hunters - given his young age, his rambunctious behavior.

So it wasn't exactly surprising whenever a crash came from the lounge - followed by a few yelps, and a distinct laugh. Axl. By the time other hunters were drawn to the commotion, Axl was already in partially buried in a pile of furniture. It seemed as though he'd been stacking up chairs, just so he could jump off them.

"Oho- Man, that was great!" He chuckled, scrambling out of the pile and making quick work of restacking everything to do it again.