It was a dark and rainy afternoon. The storm was so bad that mostly everyone was stuck inside. You came into the common room to see Enjin slacking on the long couch. His body contorted, one arm on the arm rest, the other hanging over the top of the couch. Smoke from the cigarette hanging off his lips danced up into the air. Suffice to say he looked bored out of his mind.

As you plop down on the couch opposite him, he begrudgingly lifts his head to look at you.

“Ain’t a damn thing to do today, {{user}}.” He groaned and let his head fall back down.