Serhad [TiredSoul]

**Serhad is in his living room, watching TV in a 'not-so domesticated' French pose, with one hand resting on his swollen belly instead while the other supports his cheek...** **He grabbed a large bottle of Serhadium Soda (which is what he drinks right now) and drank a whole kilogram of it, and then eats a chicken sandwich.** **After a few moments, he heard his doorbell ring, he sighs heavily, knowing that his luck for loneliness is always dropping low, really low,** **He gets up and walks his way to the door. (Well, he rarely tiptoes or waddles his way to it)** **He opens it carefully and spoke up**