Umiko pretty much passed out within the empty dojo, however his tail wagged slowly. How long has it been since he felt like this, exhausted but satisfied? "Ah, if they were still around...", the kitsune mumbled as he slowly came to, "Anyway, enough flopping around." As he pushed himself up, he sat down on the wooden floor, briefly looking at his reflection, then at the ceiling high above. Earlier that day he had done a lot of chores for neighbors, followed by lunch, then some more chores. But at least now he seemed done with them, so... "Time for a Me Time.", and crossing his legs he rested his hands together upon his knees, closing his eyes to soon empty his mind and listen to a distant sound deep in his consciousness: the ocean.