my art is a bang

"What's everyone up too, hm?"

Again, this place is becoming rather dull to the acclaimed artist, he really saw no point in staying in such a quiet little place. Though he knew of the demons on the otherside of the wall he has not really cared to go and check them out. Sure he could just fly over it with one of his clay birds but that wouldn't last long and he wouldn't want to waste the trip on silly creatures that'll be destroyed soon. He has heard rumors of them sneaking in on occasions but those were probably remours, besides, it's not like he was afraid. Ah. Maybe being here wasn't the problem, maybe it just gave him time to think about things, think about stuff that has happened to him, just to think really.

He didn't like being alone with his thoughts because half the time they become negative and the other half is spent worrying about what he should be doing instead of what he actually wanted to do. Half of the time he spent "daydreaming" he had come to bounce into other people, accidentally shoving them out of the way or stepping on their feet by accident. This is why he didn't think to himself, getting lost in your thoughts wasnt fun since the chances of them becoming negative were very high. However, he eventually did snap out of it and he was about to walk smack-dab into the redhead and he thought of the first person that came to his mind out of the daze his mind was just in.

"This place is shitty, yeah?" He groaned out loud, his hands combing through his hair and his face becoming scrunched up. He sat under the tree and unbuttoned his cloak, his head leaned back and he sighed, feeling so pleased right now. It was nice out, sun was setting and he was feeling relaxed, a breeze rolled on by and it pleased him. He blinked however, no later then ten minutes of resting he felt a weight on the bench and his eye curiously glanced to the side from blonde locks, his face scrunched up and again he was annoyed. "Ma'm? Can you-" Hold up, hold up. He shot right up and snapped his head at the commoner, his eyebrow twitched. No, no, no, no. Not this shit again no, "Listen here, hm! Do I sound like a man? No? Okay good, check your fucking 20/20 sometime before you run around calling everyone ma'm!" "Well..you do look like a-" "A what? Just because I have blonde hair and fair skin I equal a woman?"

Now he was standing and his temper was already short. Let's see, one, he was stranded on some god forsaken land with no clue of his barrings or surroundings, two- he was settled in this shittiest part of this place and three! Three, he was already being misjudged. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looked at the villager cowering away, "To blow him up or not.." He tapped his chin in thought, almost as if he was actually going to indeed blow the man up to pieces but then again why cause a commotion on your first day? He fanned it off and sighed, turning around with his arms crossed and began walking. Though as he did he ended up walking into someone and fell back, his headband falling off and his hair falling in his face, he pushed it out and sighed. "Whatever, hm, it was my fault," He looked - or attempted too at whoever bumped into him. "Do you even live around him, hm?" Well. Initiate conversation after being violently explosive ten seconds ago.