Alvin was always looking for ways out of the house and looked for places where none of his family were going to find him. He was safe here until summer anyway, until Sloane and her hoard of friends were running around rampant and he was stuck trailing around behind him. Rufus has his own life, Harry and Wally had real jobs and that left him to be the default chaperon. It wasn't so bad, but they had far more energy than he did. Maybe he was getting sour in his old age. Life events spoke a little too loudly.

Still, he could find some quiet here and as usual he had his sketchbook with him. It was rare for him to be seen without it these days as it was generally the only thing that kept him sane. The drive to find something to fill his time with was unyielding and since he couldn't do what he'd always wanted, he was lost in the abyss.

And feeling particularly existential, apprently.

He was still wondering where he could sit and work on sketching some of the magical creatures, when something came streaking by, grabbing the laces of his canvas roll, the supplies went sprawling everywhere. The diricawl responsible grabbed one of his brushes and took off with a pop! Disappearing before Alvin could even blink. "Hey!"