A silver halo glimmers in the moonlight, as the half angel seems to be deep in thought, throwing his halo into the air and catching it when it comes back to him. As usual, they’re in his hammock in between the tall trees overlooking the clearing, a bit dangerous, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much. The breeze picks up, his halo going slightly off route next time he throws it, leading him to sit up a bit more it grab onto it. He sighs as they lightly guide it to float above his head, glancing over the forests and houses below

“Nothing going on tonight, huh..”