Believe whatever you want to believe. It doesn't make a difference to me.
( it is fairly assumed that andrew is in a bit of a cranky mood. his short fuse of shit tolerance is now made all the shorter with his discomfort -- it's another snapped branch before he stops in his tracks, sighing again, rolling up his sleeves and taking off his armbands. wordlessly, he reaches them over and slides them into axel's back pocket. )
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Believe whatever you want to believe. It doesn't make a difference to me.
( it is fairly assumed that andrew is in a bit of a cranky mood. his short fuse of shit tolerance is now made all the shorter with his discomfort -- it's another snapped branch before he stops in his tracks, sighing again, rolling up his sleeves and taking off his armbands. wordlessly, he reaches them over and slides them into axel's back pocket. )