passionate | explosive
Lumio was due to go to Italy really soon, it just turned out that his mother wasn’t feeling good and she wanted to wait until she felt a little better. Lumio had been rather angry at the time, blowing up a little unjustly at his mother but had eventually stopped, knowing it wasn’t helpful. This happened, he knew that this happened, and there was little he could do but wait it out. He had just been so looking forward to seeing his cousins and everything that he was just a little disappointed. But he’d come to the park, looking to get out the house and cool off a little and knowing that he could play his guitar here without anyone complaining that it was too loud. He sat down on a bench in the park, not interested in the stuff there, overly bundled up for how not cold it was and just was casually playing. If he was even better then his cousin would be so impressed.