Day 59
Who: Anyone~
When: Any time of the day, once something shiny happens, he looks up and loses his place and has to start the book over again lol.
Where: Walkway of his house.
What: Just trying to keep his mind active while things around him ignore his tantrums.
Rating: Not sure, probably G depending.
Wonderweiss sighed.
It's not as much that he was bored, but that he found it increasingly hard to keep his attention to anything that could entertain him. The only thing he had were these books that he'd managed to spy out on his walks. The people who came to his house all seemed to be ignoring any question he had, anything at all while they'd cleaned his tantrums off walls or put right the things he'd done in said tantrum the night before.
One time he had even over-turned some things just to see if perhaps they'd confront him to his face. But no, alas, all there were are the books. They never failed to show him a bright picture or keep him wanting to turn a page. Of course, he can't read, but anything bright with a nice picture on it kept his attention.
His frequent finding new places to sit and to pretend he found something to occupy his time found him sitting somewhere in the front walk-way of his home, ignoring the world as it went by.
When: Any time of the day, once something shiny happens, he looks up and loses his place and has to start the book over again lol.
Where: Walkway of his house.
What: Just trying to keep his mind active while things around him ignore his tantrums.
Rating: Not sure, probably G depending.
Wonderweiss sighed.
It's not as much that he was bored, but that he found it increasingly hard to keep his attention to anything that could entertain him. The only thing he had were these books that he'd managed to spy out on his walks. The people who came to his house all seemed to be ignoring any question he had, anything at all while they'd cleaned his tantrums off walls or put right the things he'd done in said tantrum the night before.
One time he had even over-turned some things just to see if perhaps they'd confront him to his face. But no, alas, all there were are the books. They never failed to show him a bright picture or keep him wanting to turn a page. Of course, he can't read, but anything bright with a nice picture on it kept his attention.
His frequent finding new places to sit and to pretend he found something to occupy his time found him sitting somewhere in the front walk-way of his home, ignoring the world as it went by.