But it was a bit of an late day for Waylon, he had felt like just having a simple morning and doing something like eating massive amounts of food. Sure no company but nothing wrong with it, Just hopefully there wouldn't be a problem getting as much as he could eat because well, at least it would be worth the money from what he heard so far.
It was the coldness of the morning that was nice for him, the say was clear on the fall day, Waylon could his breath while he walked the morning streets of Hargeon to the 8-island to eat.
Days like these were what made Waylon him sure alone, he did not seem to mind it was normal he had the company and happy moment he needed for a while.
Walking in and finding a place to sit, he often wondered what else to do, if wasn't a lack of things to do it was getting himself to do them seemed to be Waylon's problem. On his own he found it hard to do things with out it seeming draining or boring to him, but for the moment he sat in place and waiting for now reading over what he wanted to eat, all of which he would have to figure out too.