Mr.Thomas sat outside his home, one leg crossed over another with a cup of tea Infront of him, he watched the people around, his face cold and blank as usual. He wore his usual black glasses, button up blue shirt, with black gloves and pants. He muttered something to himself, lifting the cup of tea to his mouth, taking a sip, glancing at his neighbours, he paused as he watched you fiddle with your garden. "Afternoon."