“Bored, bored, bored…~”

Kanata mumbled to himself, lying over a large pillow with a magazine in his hands and a green, plush fish resting against his chest. He had recently been moved to stay at the Abode of God, a place he finds awfully.. dull. No one to talk to or play with.

“God is bored…” He sighed, turning to lay on his belly. The black, sheer material he was wearing clouded his vision again. His hair too.. he brushed the long strands of cyan away from his eyes.

He couldn’t go outside.. it was a taboo.. apparently. He didn’t know exactly why. He just wished someone would come and talk to him. Being God is very isolating.