X is calmly sitting under a big, oak wood tree, the usual spot he's in. He's not really doing anything, per say, just sitting there, eyes closed, but by looking at him, you can tell he's extremely comfy, and just having a chill, lax moment. Of course, he wouldn't be apposed to some conversation with a friend, being the guy he is.

A cool breeze goes through the air. It's a relaxing day, though not many algebraliens are out playing currently.