The Macaroni colored guy sits crisscrossed on the ground wishing right now he could be with his guild (Grass Roots) but again he is currently busy....sitting down...crisscrossed applesauce.

Drip Soup: "Bibi?...Temp?...Big Sis?...Wheat Field View?...Hello?"

Of course he knows they aren't around but hey at least he tried so he just decides to stand up and practice his sword skills with his ego sword "Three Identities"