It had been one hell of a tour.

Of course, Swiss had to have been the main attraction on his side of the stage - He'd been sure to go all out for the final show by going a bit more feral than usual on his little platform, bumping and grinding all over his microphone stand and guitar, arching all over the floor just to hear the fans go wild every time he did something even mildly risqué. It was a head rush every. Single. Time he could hear those cheers.

He was a sucker for attention, he wasn't afraid to admit that - and that included at home, back in the Ghoul's den. Though not everyone would be willing to supply it to him when all they wanted to do now was unwind...so he found himself sprawled out on his bed, still buzzing with energy as he thought to himself on how he could spend his time.

Smoke something...Go harass Sodo...Practice on his guitar...Maybe go get his damn mask fixed after one of the tubes had broken off yet again...