Corvious's long thin fingers wrapped around the wine glass twirling it a bit as he sat in his chair. He was feeling a little bored as he looked around the room the clock felt louder than usual. Thunder roared outside from the storm and outside seems so dark despite being midday. He signed standing up and walking over to his writing desk before grabbing his pen and a sheet of paper writing anything and everything on his mind. He anxiously picked at the skin around his fingers till they bled.