Axel, in the meantime, hasn't been settling in any better, but at least he hasn't burned anything... or destroyed anything, thanks. Because he's totally in control. Nothing's going wrong and nothing will go wrong... right? Unless you count falling out of bed in a panic going wrong, but no one has to ever know about that and no one ever will (except maybe for the real Saix when he discovers a nice bruise on his tailbone when this whole curse is over).

He's definitely not an early riser, so he's moving rather sluggishly when he walks over to answer the door. Thanks to a certain dog who's panting and waddling behind him, he's awake much earlier than he ever should be at an unholy hour and he's not in a very good mood. Then again, he can't tell if it's good or not, because he just feels... different. Empty, if that's the correct term to use.

Eventually he does reach the door and then very slowly unlocks and opens it up just enough so half his face can peer outside. It's definitely uncharacteristic of your average lineface, but that's nothing compared to the look he gets when he sees just who is standing on the doorstep. Shocked and wide-eyed, Axel shuts the door again.

"Whoa, whoa, ok, this is the exact opposite of ok!" Can be heard from the other side along with the frantic pattering of paws and whimpering.