The sound of pencil against paper, raspy scribbling could be heard. The window was open, yet there was no sound outside. A dark room. A table lamp sitted on the floor beside some guy who was resting on his stomach, supported by his elbows.
"Teddy-chan wa.." The guy tilts his head slightly to stare into the big cotton-stuffed bear. A few minutes was spend this way just eyeing the beady black optics. As if getting the inspiration he needed, Elixias begins to write once more into his little book, whilst humming a random tune he had thought up.