Axel woke up to the sound of glass cups clinking and subtle laughter.
He blinked repeatedly and got out of bed, his vision similar to a blur. On his face was a slight frown, not that he was angry or anything, but just because he had gotten up from sleep.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his palms, his vision still a blur, but after blinking and blinking and blinking, it turned back to normal (at least he could see).
Now being able to see clearly, all he saw were faces, puzzled ones by the way, staring intently into his face.
'Morning?' he asked, bemused that they were looking at him in such a manner.
"Morning, son," his father said with a grin.
Axel saw that they were sipping coffee, all of them, except Mirrormeld who was cradling a glass cup of milk in her hands.
Axel could only grimace at that. He didn't quite understand her superstition with milk.
"Morning."
"Morning!"
"Good morning."
"Morn - ing!"
Those were the responses he got from others.
