Cherryblod was sitting at a table by himself, sipping a hot cup of tea slowly. He sat with a serious expression, staring blankly at the wall across from him. He looked tired, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.

Cherryblod then leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his short locks of hair. His tail curled over the edge of the chair, dangling down towards the floor. He sipped the hot drink again, resting his elbow on the table lazily. Cherryblod seemed to be nodding off.