Ah winter. This time of year was one that Monochrome tried to skip past any chance he got. It wasn't as though the cold affected him, or that he hated the weather. It was the attitude that lost people had. Happiness, giving and receiving, thinking about others. Where was the fun in that? It seemed as if the time of snow and festive cheer was the times where Monochrome hid in his house and did things that made him feel all 'festive'. That time pretty much involved ordering things for himself and ignoring cards and presents his customers gave him. They were all feral, lesser creatures in his eyes. Who wants to give back when you can get things that you want with the money you worked hard to get? He had no employees (nor did he want any), no friends or family that was alive. He didn't mind this isolation from the social interconnected world at all though, because he never dreamed of wanting to be surrounded by others.
As he walked through the streets of the downtown area, he glared at everyone that passed him by, not wanting their still overjoyed attitudes to rub off on him. He was at least a bit glad that the white fury was not pouring down on him at this time. He had come to the deeper part of the island in order to get himself a new mug, one that wasn't like one of the many plain colours he had. Thankfully he had been smart and brought one of his older mugs filled with hot water, and a tea bag in his glove pocket. He of course threw the old, ugly one out when he saw the beauty he was holding now. Though he most likely should have gotten home before he used his new found drink holder, it was time for his next meal. Looking down at his wool gloves, which were outfitted in a checkered black and gray pattern, he focused his attention on his mug. Feeling the warmth of the subject inside on his gloves, he sniffed the mint leaf scented tea as it distracted him from all the commotion around him. It was one of his favorite flavours of tea, especially when he put in his favorite honey (which was raspberry flavoured). Lifting the azure coloured mug to his lips, he drank a few elongated sips, which blocked his view as he continued to walk.
As he walked through the streets of the downtown area, he glared at everyone that passed him by, not wanting their still overjoyed attitudes to rub off on him. He was at least a bit glad that the white fury was not pouring down on him at this time. He had come to the deeper part of the island in order to get himself a new mug, one that wasn't like one of the many plain colours he had. Thankfully he had been smart and brought one of his older mugs filled with hot water, and a tea bag in his glove pocket. He of course threw the old, ugly one out when he saw the beauty he was holding now. Though he most likely should have gotten home before he used his new found drink holder, it was time for his next meal. Looking down at his wool gloves, which were outfitted in a checkered black and gray pattern, he focused his attention on his mug. Feeling the warmth of the subject inside on his gloves, he sniffed the mint leaf scented tea as it distracted him from all the commotion around him. It was one of his favorite flavours of tea, especially when he put in his favorite honey (which was raspberry flavoured). Lifting the azure coloured mug to his lips, he drank a few elongated sips, which blocked his view as he continued to walk.
