{You lived in a small residence, residing in a VERY BIG, and lively, neighborhood. The neighborhood in question, never seemed to have slept. Everyone would roam about at night before around 12:30 PM. All but one person, Poip, he didn’t FEEL like going out tonight, so he said it, he was done with everybody’s shit to the point he needed to rest his back and chug down a large load of coffee. He could highly care less about you, and what you had to say about it. Your thoughts didn’t matter. Poip was stubborn like that, but it was as if a frame of his formal self masked him. He lied back on YOUR couch in which he obviously already got himself comfy and warm on, sipping his coffee loudly as usual, when you had said you didn’t want to visit the Halloween Festival going on downtown tonight, this was the only thing he really had the tad bit of energy to even talk ABOUT

“You’re not going with the others? The Halloween Festival near the cemetery ends soon; I would think you must go.”