The first break he had ever taken had been forced upon him by a higher ranked magic knight from the same squad. That had shown Joseph how time off can be when you actually try to relax. On today? The person he shared an office with had pushed him a bit to spend this day off relaxing, but this was different from the time Naxel had grabbed him up for a fun time at a pub. Nobody had taken the peachy orange haired man out, there was no guide to doing this day. There had always been the focus on the one goal for him much of his life, to become a magic knight. Even after becoming one, he really wanted to improve. Why can't every day off be life the first time? At least when someone else is dragging you along you don't need to figure out where to go. He was so clueless on this that Cobborn would be just as clueless had he been walking in their hometown, Hapshass. On the other hand? There had to be more in Nairn than the pub he had been shown to. There was a thought that soon floated to the mind, spilling into his hands signing out the words. “Do I know what I like to do to relax?” Sometimes it helped to sign words out instead of keeping them in his head. The young man was hoping that it would help him figure out what to do, but it didn't. They were still just as clueless as ever without the slightest idea on what they even wanted to do.

The Azure Deer member felt tempted to pull his mantles hood up and just give up on the day. Outside of the hooded mantle, he was wearing a plain white dress shirt with red buttons. The pants were merely tan colored slacks, the shoes being brown and plain. The only thing that didn't make Joseph totally vanish into the background was his squad mantle. While his hair and eyes had unusual coloration, the plainness of most of their clothes would have balanced that out. The pale blue from the mantle made the unusual coloration stand out more. A pale orange colored hair that shimmered a light yellow in the light, giving a gradient that one might expect to see on the skin of peaches. Continuing with the color theme was the pale pink hue of his eyes, looking to be a common color of the peaches people commonly designed sweets after. He knew exactly how to vanish into the background when and if they wanted to. Joseph was walking in town to try to figure out what to do, a plain that had failed horribly. They had one more idea on figuring out where to go or what to do, sign for himself to try to force something out. So his hands started to move again, forming word after word. “Am I interested in any food? Should I try to find something in it? Drinks? Nothing there too, really? Clothes? None? Do I have any interests outside of work?"

That plain failed as badly as a burning inferno. Maybe it was hard to find interest or likes because he had never tried. Where would he even start though? What did he want to do on this time off? This should be easier! Then again, didn't this make sense? When was anything simple for him? Even music wasn't simple anymore, nor sound. His magic became more complicated than it ever should have before he ever even got his grimoire, or any spells. Music was supposed to be the most basic thing for members of his fathers family. All of them had songs inside, but the thought of having his own song inside was now a terrifying concept all in its own. He didn't even want his own songs inside, because the silence allowed him to hear the sounds of others. The music of the world was so beautiful, each object and life holding its own tune. Maybe some more walking around town would help? He thought it would, but soon enough he wasn't sure anymore. Why? Two random strangers walked by. They looked like two old friends, one was carrying a bag of groceries. They were chatting about one time when they had been young teens and had gone to a musical performance by a certain operatic singer. Whenever his mother was brought up, it became a lot harder to know what to feel, do, think, or say. There wasn't a single memory of her inside that could be reached.