Boring.
Yet another boring day.
His fists curled up into balls as he took a deep breath and he clenched them, then exhaling, relaxed his fingers slowly. It annoyed him, it bothered him. He had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing at all.
Home was too quiet. Too peaceful. It was nice, but eh.
And he knew better than to try and disrupt it.
Sitting on a park bench, Mereneth glance idly at the people who passed by, honoring a few girls with a wink, and was rewarded with giggles and slight blushes. Nothing else he could do except for the occasional flirting.
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