After a long day of serving people at the bar and pouring drinks, occaisionally showing off his ice magic, he closes up shop and says goodnight to everyone before heading home himself. Which is in fact right above the bar area of the building. He lives alone, save for the little tabby cat he named Poppy after he found her on the street. It’s a quiet single life, and he’s quite content with it all. Sometimes he gets visits from his friend Fung (stay tuned for that mess of a man), and they often just share drinks together even if the bar itself is closed. It’s just a real nice life he’s got all in all. He does get lonely sometimes, admittedly, but he doesn’t really have time to deal with that right now. He’s just going with the flow, waiting until he meets the right person; someone who just fills that occasional void. Someone who makes him say ‘wow’ when he sees them for the first time.

Until then, he’ll manage with running the bar and dealing with all the drunkards that stumble in and out. Not like anything’s gonna happen to him or the place anytime soon, right?