Tick-tock went the clock. To some, it was an annoyance, others, something that wasn’t even there. For Lohst however, it was something that gave him thrills, if he had created a bomb just for that. The blond sighed, not this time. Right now, for him, it was something that signaled he had nothing to do but listen to the clock. His fingers tapped against the table, both stained with gunpowder, not that he would bother to clean it off. It was nigh impossible at this point.
Tossing back his head, he stifled a groan as he stood from his seat on the floor, shaking off his chaotic mess of hair. Now normally, he would be testing new explosives if his boredom ever got this bad. But yesterday he had gotten a pretty bad cut on his arm and he knew better than to try and work with such an injury. He'd learn his lesson from the time he kept walking around despite the fact a piece of debris had gotten lodged into his leg.
Slowly, he went to stretch, a small yawn instinctively coming with the mom