Porty is lying around on the couch in the shared living room, one leg draped across the length of the sofa while the other is bent off the couch. He has an arm arched behind his head to rest on as his other hand lazily clutches his phone on his chest.

His red bandanna is sloppily tied around his spiked brown hair, making it messy slip in front of his face which he blows out of his face every now and again. He’s wearing some grey sweatpants that are a size too big for him giving him comfort