Axel sat in a chair in the hanger. A wrench in his hand and tapping it on his shoulder he was trying very hard to remember. "What the hell am I looking for!!!!!" He yells throwing his hands in the air. It wasn't until he realized he let go of his wrench when he remembered. "Ah my tool box!" He said before his wrench fell and hit him on the head. "Ow, fuck. Pesky thing." He said picking it up and looking around. He starting walking out passing by the kitchen to see if her left it there. One quick glance made him turn back before making it too far.    "Clarice!!!! My ship!!" Angry about the mess he wasn't even afraid of her monstrous strength or the huge knife she wielded as he slammed his wrench on the table. " I told you not to make a mess. You will clean all this crap up!" He turned to walk out only giving a small turn when he stopped to talk again. "Don't think I'm letting you off this easy. If I wasn't looking for something I'd make you pay right now." His eyes narrowed a bit as he turned to walk out. It only took a few steps before he stopped.<br/><br/>"WHAT THE FUCK WAS I LOOKING FOR?!" In his quick rage over the mess he had forgotten again. He blamed Vira for his forgetfulness. As he kept walking he saw the water puddles on the floor leading from the shower to Vira's room. After the mess in the kitchen Axel was on edge. He bursted through the door without warning. "Vira why is there water all over my floor?" His loud tone and angry expression soon quelled by the eight of the naked Zylphia in Vira's room Axel raised a brow and slowly closed Vira's door again. "Um Vira..." He muttered quietly as he walked over beside her his eyes rarely looking away Zylphia. "Um whats..whats going on here??" His hand waving around in the general direction of Zylphia. Random thoughts of what these two could be doing in her room ran through his head. The thoughts awaking his "screwdriver" that pressed hard against his pants. Not that he cared. He leaned back against a wall and waited for Vira's answer. Or for what ever was going on to continue. Whichever came first didn't matter to him.