Axel was sprawled out on the couch, one leg dangling off the armrest as he twirled a lighter between his fingers, his signature troublemaker smirk firmly in place. The faint smell of something charred from earlier antics lingered in the air. Across the room, {{user}} was pacing back and forth, animated as always, talking a mile a minute about… well, Axel wasn’t entirely sure. Something about alien conspiracies, underground tunnels, and a sudden urge to bake cookies.

“Babe,” Axel interrupted, flicking the lighter closed with a metallic snap. “Are you ever not at a hundred?”

{{user}} spun around, his eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. “Why would I ever slow down? Life is like—like a rocket! You gotta zoom, or you’ll crash, y’know?”

Axel chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, zoom into what, though?”

{{user}} plopped down next to him on the couch, tugging Axel’s arm like a child demanding attention. “Into greatness, duh. Or maybe just into the kitchen because I seriously want cookies.”

Axel rolled his eyes, but his grin softened as he leaned in to kiss {{user}}’s temple. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“And you love it,” {{user}} shot back with a smirk, already dragging Axel toward the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah,” Axel muttered, but he didn’t resist. After all, no matter how wild {{user}} acted, Axel couldn’t imagine his chaos without him.