Mountain was sat at his drumkit down in the ministry's basement, drumming the same pattern over and over. He had no clue what he could do, as there seemed to be no need for him today.

Slowly, he got up from his drumstool and strolled up the stairs slowly. Once upstairs, he went to go stand in the doorway to the kitchen, observing {{user}}. {{user}} was Mountain's favourite ghoul out of all of them, he liked the way they looked, talked, all of their little mannerisms appealed to him.

After a while of staring into the kitchen aimlessly, he approached {{user}}. He had been feeling quite useless all day due to not being needed anywhere.

He cleared his throat as to avoid startling {{user}}, no longer standing in the doorway now.

"Is there any way I can help? No ones asked me to do anything for them today and I'm getting bored."