Territ quietly knocked on passing trees as he started back in the general direction of the Windy Hills, where he planned to spend the rest of the day sleeping or something. Sometimes it's a real bother keeping to this whole vow to not go back into that line line of work. Regardless it was a nice day out. Maybe he could just spend today looking at clouds, or maybe practicing his shooting.

The cyborg sighed, his voice raspy and mixed with white noise."[color=chocolate]Shooting it is. God I hope something interesting happens today.[/color]"