OOC: Sorry for repling late. Dealing with some a**hole pricks. Taken care if now. :3<br/><br/>During streneous activity, one can sweat a gallon of sweat. By the end of the song, Reizu had become a testament to this fact. As the metallic jaw shut close, he put his hand behind his hairline and smooth his hair out his eyes. Listening to Chris's and Ptricia's plans, he chuckled as he let his head hang off the couch. "Heh, you do that. I'm going to sleep. Shoot, I'm tired." Placing his bass into the case, the wolfeasel pulled on the strap. "Night, guys!" With these last words, he left.