sits in his dormroom bed, leaning back against the headboard with a solemn frown. He wasn't feeling too great.

curses in his native tounge under his breath. He couldn't find his hairclip in the boys lockerroom after P.E.

found a relatively isolated spot on the school ground behind one of the buildings. He's sitting on the grass against the wall, murmuring

sits at the table in a corner of the school library, doodling absently in the margin of his notebook.

had ended up falling asleep loosely wrapped in one of his own flags, ribbons and other preperations spread on the floor around the couch.

sighs and slumps back in his chair, causing it to spin slowly. He rubs a hand over his eyes. He'd lost track of how long he's been working.

sitting on a bench in a little park in Oslo's main street, Karl Johan.

kicked a ball aimlessly around on a football field, hands in his pockets and not really focusing on anything.

keep to himself for the next few days.

sat snoozing by the docks, leaning back against a post with his arms crossed loosely over his stomack.