Axel snorts a laugh as Sora's stomach answers for him, and wonders if there was ever a time in his life he was half as carefree as Sora always seems to be.

"Right?" he chuckles. "Man, sleeping should be a competitive sport." He buffs his fingernails against the lapel of his coat. "I'd definitely take first place, for sure, I'd be a world champion."

It's a lie. Axel loves to nap, it's true, but it's mostly because he can't remember the last time he managed to sleep through the night. It's hard to feel safe enough to get any rest when any one of your colleagues could silently portal into your room and kill you at any moment, no matter how many locks you have on your door. He can nap just about anywhere, which earned him the reputation for laziness, but half a dozen twenty minute catnaps throughout a day do not a solid eight hours make. No one needs to know just how exhausted he is half the time, though; he'll keep that to himself.

He waves a hand.

"Sure, sure, let's go check out the offerings," he says, getting to his feet and stretching his arms over his head. "You think it's real food? Or is it like weird alien food?"

It's a little strange. He knows Sora is essentially the other side of Roxas' coin, and though their personalities are vastly different, Sora... feels like Roxas. Something about the kid's presence just sort of puts him at ease, and it's really weird. Well, Xemnas isn't here to order him around anymore, so Axel can do whatever the heck he wants, and... well, he kind of wants to get to know him. So that's what he's going to do. Icky orders are a thing of the past, at least for the time being.

"I'll give you ten munny if you eat some weird alien food with eyeballs," he snickers, shoving his hands into his pockets.