stands in front of the cooking section of the library shelves, a hand on his chin and tapping his lips lightly. Is there one he hasn't read?

balancing some pots and pans as he walks back to the kitchen. Some students had found it incredibly funny to switch them with_

bundled up in a duvet on his sofa, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He'd caught a flu and would.. just entertain himself with some movies...

had made pasta for more than just himself, and would love to share!

sitting on a street corner, quite successfully charming passersby by performing Italian hits with his guitar.

had curled up in the shadow of an oak tree for his daily siesta, using his shirt as a makeshift pillow.

looking around for his grandpa, calling his name. He was carrying a painting with the image-side pressed to his chest.

had been chasing a kitten, running around mindlessly until he grew too exhausted and had lost sight of the creature. He sighed and slumped_

had found his way to a Turkish town, sunglasses lifted as he peered curiously through a shop window.

fallen asleep during his (rather poor) attempt at working, his head resting on crossed arms on the rumpled papers and drooling a bit.