wasn't comfortable in his hotel room so he was out for a late night walk.

tightened his scarf around his neck as he walked in the cold.

fell asleep on the couch, his rabbit nibbling at his hair.

held his head a bit as he sighed. He had a headache and it wouldn't go away.

stared intently at the painting he was working on. He wanted to make it perfect.

out in the middle of Amsterdam, sketching the landscapes.

starting to fall asleep as he painted under a tree.

wondered mildly what it'd be like to be a superhero. Not that he cared, really.

kicked a can around on the street. He was tired after working.

sighed as he stood outside. The breeze was starting to pick up, and he knew his tulips wouldn't get much more life...