Mituna was at the skatepark; trying, and repeatedly failing, to hit an air walk. In fact, it seems like he was developing a talent at nailing the ground with his face, though he seemed to get back up immediately afterwards. It was dusk out, so the heat of Beforus’ sun wasn’t completely burning most everything. There didn’t seem to be anyone else at the skatepark either. Just a quiet afternoon, skating— or at least trying to.