Axel forced himself to suppress a groan at the seemingly innocent question, forgetting for a moment that their knowledge was very different from one another's. So instead he plucked one of the bullets from the box, holding it steady with his thumb and forefinger and stretched his arm out for Ashton to see.

"They're bullets, ammo for the gun that the other guy found." He summarized, holding it out for his roommate to take if he wished. After all, there were plenty where that came from, and it wasn't like he was going to use it for himself anyway.

"I'm not keeping them though. My aiming is passable but I don't want to risk getting it stolen, so I'm heading down the safe route and trading it for a weapon."