[OOC: set after
this.]
The image flickers once, twice, and then beams into full view of a slanted landscape.
The room is awash with moonlight, bright enough for visibility, but too dark for tiny details.
He's sitting with his back against the wall on the other side of the compact room, one leg stretched out while the other is propped upright with an elbow resting casually on his knee. There's a long vertical stick of some sort by his side; the white paint, cut down the middle by a line of black, illuminates softly with reflected light.
His head is tilted forward, chin to chest and eyes shadowed by strands of jagged bangs. He appears to be sleeping.
Except the arm slung over his knee is clenching periodically; tightening, relaxing, and tightening again.
His breathing is silent, and the room is still. It's peaceful, almost; calm.
He appears entirely unaware of the broadcast.