Denzel got up, tossing the butt of his cigarette away, getting prepared to leave. He had stayed there almost all day, and was feeling like he should go and do something else, especially now that he was suspended from the guild.
Then again, Denzel felt weird, and now, as if someone watched him. He looked around and afar, to see if he could find anyone that could have been suspicious, but, there still seemed to be no one.
"What the hell is wrong is me?" Denzel thought, gaining his attention, and sighed. "Guys, I guess I would be back later,"
He walked out of that place, releasing his wings to fly off, going home.
Arriving home, he walked in, going to lay on his bed. He actually longed for sleep.
But on getting home and dicing on his bed, the sleep had completely left him, and all that filled his heart were different thoughts that actually made him feel a little restless.