Sebastian sat cross-legged on the ground, his back pressed up against Thalia's Tree. Seb was hunched over his notebook. He didn't really remember when it started, but Sebastian had started writing. It wasn't anything in particular. Some poetry, some short stories, parts of a long story, and just things. It was something that he could do alone, and he had started spending a lot of time alone. Sebastian had decided to lay low for a while, give some of the people who really hated him a chance to cool down, before he started to kick up some dirt again. It had been almost 3 months since he had talked to anyone who wasn't a Thanatos kid.
Sebastian was sitting in a pair of jeans and a white shirt with a blue and red flannel. Sitting in the sun, it was starting to get a bit warm, so Sebastian pushed the sleeves of the flannel up, and got back to work on the story that he was starting in on.