[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]He supposed that seashells were quite pretty, especially the ones that glistened a variety of different tones in the light, but they really weren't a huge interest of his. He enjoyed when you put them to your ear and listened to the echoing of the 'sea' but that was about as fun as they got. Still... everyone had hobbies, did they not? When he stopped to think about it, Wastedtime wasn't really sure what his hobbies were, or if he had any at all. He was a miserable bastard but there were some things that brought him joy, he supposed. However much it pained him to walk past one, strolling by the riverside was something that he enjoyed quite a lot.
The harsh sound of glass colliding with the floor was just about enough to jolt Wastedtime out of his daydreams and, soon enough, the wolf padded over to join Warblerwing, Jager and Clearfish. "What happened?" he would ask with a flick of the ear as he realised how stupid he sounded as he could literally see what had happened with his own eyes. Still, the canine remained in his spot, gaze flickering between the broken glass and Clearfish.
[spoiler=tags][size=8]general
• wastedtime xerses
• male
• 1½ years
• heterosexual, single, not looking
• deputy of riverclan
powers
• conjuration
• invisibility
• scent and sound manipulation
• venomous fangs
interaction
• hard physically
• easy mentally
• attack in #0a0a0f
appearance
• skinny grey wolf