wandering around a shopping centre, humming pleasantly as he looks over the clothes he passes with a mildly judgemental eye.

[Event] had been thrown out of the café for the night after another clumsy accident, and is pressed against the brick wall in an attempt not to get any rain on him.

lying on the couch in his livingroom, hands folded on his bare stomach as he stares absently up at the ceiling. There are soft tunes of classical music coming from the CD-player, but he's paying it little mind.

[Event] is cleaning off a table, idly listening to the conversations of the customers around him. It's the middle of day and the dust is visibly dancing in the sunlight.

walking down a street, a content smile on his face and a football under his arm, clothes smudged. He'd been playing with some locals all afternoon.

been down with a fever for the last few days, and can't seem to get out of bed today.

a mess of paint and graphite smudges, having set to work on several projects in his drawing room the last days.

there's something very strange about the world lately, though he can't put his finger on it...

still on search for new scenarios to paint, though he'd taken a lot of photos already. After having travelled past Greece he found a large tree in the middle of a field, and settled in the shadows for a siesta.

out for a walk in a rural area, looking for inspiration for a painting.