Basil sat alone on the XUB patio, a popular spot for smokers being that is was illegal almost everywhere else remotely comfortable on campus thanks to UK smoking laws.
He sat quietly with his feet up on another patio chair, a beer and a lit candle in front of him. A cigarette was smoldering between his lips.
Depending on who you asked he looked extremely relaxed or like a disheveled mess (possibly both) in his
newly upgraded PJs and a
ridiculously long snuggly scarf. His
Wayfarers were blocking out what little British sun one gets in the winter.
((Open))