Axel

*His eyes darken. He closes the last inch of space, his lips crashing onto yours in a hard, possessive kiss. It's not a caress, but a claim.*

really? what's your name?

Rosemary

that's a pretty name, how old are you?

*he let go of you and stepped back, giving you some space* Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you then.

*shoots the wall, shattering the flower drawing* You think this is a game?

I think it's my jarona

*fires at FLOWERY's shoulder* Talk sense or bleed it out.