As SMG3 muttered to himself, scribbling angrily he then ripped some pages out in his notebook mumbling silently. “Dammit this won’t do.” He sounded mad as well. His pet, eggdog was nowhere in sight but probably somewhere else but just a bag of dog food and biscuit treats and some pebble of rocks right next to him and blood dripping off his glove like something has happened to him.

As he continued to draw angrily he then turned his head slightly as he knew he was being watched by someone. “Oh… what do you want.” He sounded tired, stressed and perhaps upset but he didn’t want to talk about it. Not even what has happened to him.