Another depressing day in Kumo [Open;]

The morning bird tweeting outside of the male of the window as he sat there. It was crying for his mother for food since it was starving. It happened to be 5 AM. This had been going on for weeks, right outside Nikolai's window, this fucking bird would tweet for his mother. And surely, every day it made him wake up for no reason at all. Once his mothers arrived he would eat the worms she had brought with him. So he could go back to sleep. But not the next day. No.. the next day he was prepared. He had set his alarm at four fifty five AM. He would grab his BB gun that he put next to his bed as he crouched down, pulling his window open as he smiled a little. Pointing the barrel of the gun at the bird as he waited for his mother to arrive. The mother brought walnuts with her this time to feed her small bird as Nikolai smiled.
“Yippie-Kai-Yee motherfucker.” He said as he shot the mother bird right through her eye. It would instantly be declared dead. He reloaded his gun as the mini bird stared in awe. Being covered with the blood and brains of her mother as he tried to flee away, though it was a young bird and didn't know how to fly properly, he took advantage of that and shot one right up through his ass as it would through his forehead, the small bird too would die instantly. Nikolai was a good shot, he knew how to aim. He threw his weapon on the floor as he dived back into bed and continued his sleep as he murmured, “Fucking birds.”

Nikolai had quite a hang over. He had chugged multiple vodka bottles last night when he got done with his work as he felt like skipping work today. Having troubles with getting out of bed aside from killing harmless animals he would literally roll of his bed. As he rolled off his bed his alarm clock would start going off. Some big band song. Whilst being on his lowest he didn't mind listening to the end of the song, since he hadn't anything to do that was better then this anyway. “... What a little difference a day makes.... 24 hours little hours.. What are the sun and the flowers... Mmmmm where they used to be rained.~” He yawned as he fell asleep again on the tune of the song. His dreams would turn into a cheesy black and white movie with no sound. Which consisted of mostly body talk. The song was finally done as it woke Nikolai up. When Nikolai woke up again he would stand up straight this time. Stretching his neck a little as it was stiff. Feeling slightly pissed off. You know that feeling right? Waking up pissed off. It was a horrible feeling. As he walked down he would open his cabinet, pulling out a glass as he poured himself a glass of dirty muddy water. No. He threw that back in the sink as he grabbed the milk packet that was already open in his fridge and took a big gulp, it was two weeks old and it had clumps in it. Nikolai gagged a little as he wiped his lips and grabbed a cigarette, his life was somewhat empty and bleak. Smoking on an empty stomach is hurting, not only physically but also to the soul. The dark cringes under his eyes he had from not sleeping enough as he yawned once more, this time his yawn was loud enough to be heard through the entire apartment. Which he was alone in.

Nikolai stepped outside his yard as he stepped over the flowers that he begun to grow with his combat boots. He was wearing his traditional clothing, somewhat simple as he wanted to hit a bar and just pass out again. He was smoking on his way there as he stopped by a convenience store buying a candy bar as he devoured it and continued to smoke. The cig would then light out as he flicked it to the ground. People around him avoiding his bad cigarette smell he had around him as he opened the door to the bar and sat down in his depressed state of mind. Ready to get shitfaced just like any other day.