[On occasions, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro would find himself unable to sleep. It's a familiar scenario for him by now. Ever since that one moment, the idea of sleep would sometimes elude him. If he ever do sleep, he's somehow at ease or became too exhausted for his mind to fight against.
Alas, tonight, his mind is wild awake and his hands need to do something. It's late at night, and the lamp in his room is dimly lit. Anyone outside would notice, but not disturbingly so. Fortunately, he sleeps alone in this room tonight. His insomnia and urge to create wouldn't disturb his usual roommates.
Right beside his futon, he takes out various arts and crafts materials from a box. A simple box carrying materials for making artwork, should he ever feel like it. After a long stare, he pick something up and starts to... create. To lose himself in the flow of creation.]
wildcard...? myunbas
Alas, tonight, his mind is wild awake and his hands need to do something. It's late at night, and the lamp in his room is dimly lit. Anyone outside would notice, but not disturbingly so. Fortunately, he sleeps alone in this room tonight. His insomnia and urge to create wouldn't disturb his usual roommates.
Right beside his futon, he takes out various arts and crafts materials from a box. A simple box carrying materials for making artwork, should he ever feel like it. After a long stare, he pick something up and starts to... create. To lose himself in the flow of creation.]