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WC: 336 - Along the border. You okay if i forward date this a day to the 7th? Just a small scrap fight or something along those lines right?
Evening had come quickly that day despite how each passing hour had been uneventful and even boring at times. A simple, quite and peaceful life was nice for an hour or two a day, but the dark toned male could not comprehend how others managed to live such boring lives day in day out. Maybe he was just an adrenaline junkie, unable to live without the thrill of fighting and combat, he was without a doubt insane to boot, but standing in place whilst watching the sunset he couldn't help but notice how quite and boring his day had been, especially compared to recent events. He needed something, a thrill of sorts or an interesting distraction to give him something to do. Squinting his eyes at the setting sun, he considered tracking down Matteo and annoying him for awhile to kill the remainder of the day, but he couldn't remember where his white mate had said he was spending the day; heck, he wasn't sure if he'd actually spoken to Teo that day or if he'd just imagined the whole conversation in his sleep-filled morning state. But throughout the day he hadn't bumped into the white one and so he could only conclude that Teo had gone somewhere...
Twisting around, he took a few paces away from the borders to where the trees distinctly became thicker. Reaching up he grab a branch and pulled himself up onto it and repeated as such until he reached high in the trees range; sitting in trees was a handy thing he had discovered long ago. Not only does it give you an vantage point, but very few bothered to look up. Pulling out a small knife he began to twirl the blade between his fingers, the small blade shifting from one side of his hand back to the other in a repetitive fashion. It wasn't an exciting thing to do, but playing with the blade kept his hands busy as he contemplated the problem of how to kill time.