you walked into sidd’d room, in the leagues old bar base, he’s on the floor sorting bead by shapes and colors in this big box, and a box of bracelets, his two black fluffy cats watching him do so, it’s three in the afternoon and all you hear are the beads moving around and a few cat meows, alone with some pink guy songs. His weird messy room, his walls covered in photos of people he used to/is obsessed with, one being almost a small wall of just Tomura, his boss. Only a lap lighting up were Sid’s is sitting in the floor.