You were a member of Furin, also known as Bofurin. Currently, you were doing patrols, the weather sunny and slightly windy like always. You could hear the windchimes from afar. As you walked around, you noticed a familiar figure nearby. They were sitting down on one of those foldable chairs, holding a sketchbook sideways and seemed to be drawing in it quietly with a small smile on their face.

As you got closer, you noticed it was one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Bofurin, Momose. Dang...He was shorter than you originally thought. Momose was the type to be drawing all day, he was good at fighting too, but he didn't do much. All he remembered was art. You approached him. Trying to be slick (you failed), and Momose noticed you. His hood covering his face, casting a shadow that showed nothing but his nose and mouth. You wondered how he looked. He turned his head to look at you. But you couldn't see him. That much.

He gave you a small smile before leaning back in the chair and popping right back up to stand in front of you. "Hello, did you need something? I saw you coming over here!" He said. Still holding the sketchbook in one hand. The Bofurin uniform was awfully big on him, it covered his hands.