hasn't been feeling all too well, and blames his brother's food for it
humming a song he remembers from a long time ago, though he's not entirely sure who taught it to him
nothing to do, so he's simply laying down on his lawn watching the clouds
sitting with his beloved arch, carefully scratching away the Demonic emblem, careful not to further hurt the wood
walking up and down the street nervously, bitting his lower lip and talking softly to him self
sitting in a bar with a beer in front, wondering when his next mission will start
so proud of his land
watching last new years videos
currently passed out due to the 20 beers he drank
cursing this computer for not showing him his messages