Axel rolled over sluggishly; it seemed as if it took all of his energy to sit up, like his own body was too heavy for him. Finally up, albeit slouched over, Axel's jaw dropped at an obscene level around a yawn. He ran his hand over his face, like he was trying to rub the sleep out of his face. As he came to, he felt the throb of a bruise beginning to form in his side.
He'd been snoring, then.
Axel got to his feet and stretched, the bones in his long body snapping back into place before standing idly in the spot he rose in. He knew Red wasn't there because she was usually gone by the time he decided to wake up.
Food. He thought absently, the usual second thought that came to him after waking. Even though he and Red had been taken in, he was highly doubtful that they'd get food for free. Deeming himself presentable, he emerged from the cellar and into the bar room.