Cold mornings (you watch, none of the HTML will work...) -- The Arena -- version 3.0, winter sky

Seth was bored. Not just 'Huh. I'm bored. I might eat a cracker then go play some music' bored. The actual 'Oh my god, give me something to do or kill me now and make it go away before I die!' boredom. There was difference and it sure as hell counts when you're an seventeen year old boy experiencing them.

This somewhat account to the reason why Seth could be found, at five o'clock in the morning, outside his house, sitting on the steps, despite the fact it was freezing bloody cold, staring into space at absolutely nothing. He hadn't slept much last night and since the family's dog, Spyro, had chosen him as the designated 'let me out before I defecate on you' person, he had been forced to get
up, regardless. Damn dog.

Due to the Alastian's tendencies to run off when left unattended, Seth had to wait outside while the dog did his business. It was cold, and that just put Seth in an even worse mood than he was from being tired and bored out of his brains. Sighing for about the eighth time, he looked around for Spyro, wishing the dog would hurry up and finish his business so they could go inside and get warm. However, Spyro was gone. Oh bloody hell! Seth thought, not in the mood to go in a search, barefoot, through the wet grass this early. Seemed he had no choice in the matter, however. Knowing him, he's scaring the horses or cars. Again... he thought, making his way down from the porch towards the front yard. It was so not his morning.