one of those wanderers (open)

Feeling that he'd spent too much time cooped up indoors on various different projects, as well as having stupid preoccupations such as kissing and socialising, Comarth wanted to venture into the great outdoors by himself. He was supposed to be spending August with his Mother in Peru anyway, but he simply couldn't wait until then. Now he was flat on a blanket covering the forest floor, looking up at the evening sky between the canopy of branches, and feeling at ease.

He couldn't deny that the friendship developing between he, Dahlia and Melanthius was nice, though. It meant that he had two smart and interesting people to converse with, who would possibly even listen to him, and even be intrigued by his ideas or past encounters...

Comarth involuntarily smelt his own armpits and grimaced. He'd been camping out in the forest for a few days now and hadn't had time to wash himself, but now that he'd found a fresh water source, it was about time he took the plunge... literally. So, stripping off to his underwear, his skinny frame pale and pasty in the evening sun, he closed his eyes before jumping into the water.

When he surfaced, he gasped for air from the shock of cold.

"Shitting... fanny... bastard..."

He was glad his Mother wasn't there to hear him.