StarlightGoodnight

Deep Divide Axel gave a languid stretch and a long yawn as he walked into the common area, running fingers through his hair in a half-hearted attempt of taming the wild spikes. Not that anyone really cared what his hair looked like, including himself, but he still went through the motions sometimes, when he was still half asleep, as he was at that moment.  He'd gotten in late last night from another of Xenmas' inane quests (trying to hunt down a golden zipper for the leader's coat but upon failing in locating one declaring it didn't matter on the premise that it looked tacky anyway)  and figured no one would notice if he slept in late.