not sure if he should wish Byakuran a happy birthday or not since he's a day late..
fiddles with his yo-yos, trying to loosen tight knots in the string with his nimble fingers.
makes himself cozy on the battered couch in Kokuyo Land.
plays a melody to himself with absent twitches of his fingers.
plucks away on a broken instrument. He's bard that refuses to sing ballads.
taking a shower -- the highlight of his day.
sits with his knees pulled to his chest and nibbles on a stick of pocky.
why Kokuyo Land smells distinctly of angst.