There was something strange in the air. The sky was blue, a cool wind blew and the forest was nigh silent save for the music emanating from a short bear faunus' chunky orange headphones. Birds flew overhead, enjoying a summer flight. Yet despite the peaceful nature of the woods something particularly peculiar was happening, instead of Richard's usual glare or common lazy stare he was smiling. Not a big smile mind you, just a small turning up at either side of his lips, though anyone who had ever even seen Richard in the past would likely be either scared or confused... likely both. He had never been in this state on campus, the odd cunning smirk had graced his face sure but a genuine smile? 'Twas as rarer than gold in brickwork.
For once Richard was happy, a curious state for him to be in seeing as he so often was either angry or asleep, but yes. For once the little man was actually in bliss, with the Summer holidays came freedom. No teachers to chase him into classes, no stupid newskes to ask him for tours. He could just recline at the foot of a tree and read, which he was currently doing. The air was humid, the sun at it's peak, yet Richard still wore his scarf; in an attempt to obscure his weapon and dust. Many would just have left them at home or at least set them aside but no, Richard knew better than to do that.
He knew fine well that sooner or later someone or something would come and disrupt his peace, ruin his rare happy state of mind. It wasn't as if it would take much to do it. But until then he would relax, reclined at the foot of a tree in the summer sun, waiting for someone to rear their head and spoil everything or anything, even if they didn't mean to. He wasn't surer how he'd deal with that. Ignore them? Threaten them? Be his usual self (which usually included both of the former)? Probably the latter.
For once Richard was happy, a curious state for him to be in seeing as he so often was either angry or asleep, but yes. For once the little man was actually in bliss, with the Summer holidays came freedom. No teachers to chase him into classes, no stupid newskes to ask him for tours. He could just recline at the foot of a tree and read, which he was currently doing. The air was humid, the sun at it's peak, yet Richard still wore his scarf; in an attempt to obscure his weapon and dust. Many would just have left them at home or at least set them aside but no, Richard knew better than to do that.
He knew fine well that sooner or later someone or something would come and disrupt his peace, ruin his rare happy state of mind. It wasn't as if it would take much to do it. But until then he would relax, reclined at the foot of a tree in the summer sun, waiting for someone to rear their head and spoil everything or anything, even if they didn't mean to. He wasn't surer how he'd deal with that. Ignore them? Threaten them? Be his usual self (which usually included both of the former)? Probably the latter.