OBoro had absolutely nothing to do. This was an extremely rare event that never seemed to occur when he needed it though now that it had happened, he felt extremely bored by the situation. He sat and tapped his foot as the sounds of his shoe connecting with the floor rhythmically echoed through his home. Oona came running towards him and began cuddling his leg as she stared up at him with an adoring face. He decided that instead of just wasting his day, he would begin to think of ideas that could be used to further the village in any way possible. But instead of doing that, he just decided to take a nap. He dreamed of his darling Akira and the trip the beach he always wanted to take her on. Her silver hair glistening in the sunlight was his biggest distraction from the beautiful beach that rested before the two. That dream was absolute bliss, without a doubt. However, this dream only lasted a short hour before he awoke from his deep slumber and had no clue what to do for the rest of his day. And so, he decided to draw, to see if he would be any good at something of the sort. He seemed to be more talented than that of the average joe, however he was no Picasso. He admired his work a bit before resting his mind before the night. He had rather large plans for the day and did not want to be tired.
WC: 253
WC: 253