He's got an itch for chaos, but since when was that new. The entire place confused him, which consequently irritated him. It was sort of against his morals to start completely unnecessary trouble, so he could only wish something or, y'know, someone, would give him a reason.
It was probably awhile ago that his thoughts started transmitting, not that he'd realize it. Little groans of annoyance, to swearing, to even blatant notes of "that's a good place to fight," or "that's a good place to hide". He probably sounded like a Grade A high school troublemaker, despite being 21 years old. He was, somewhere in the back of his mind, aware of the fact that he probably shouldn't be as obnoxiously belligerent. However, that's where it stayed, in the back of his mind.
Currently he was beginning to feel restless. Seems the time to find some place to climb, or explore. Maybe trouble would find him that way but, so be it. That was when the thoughts of, “could I climb that?”, or “would I fit in there” began to surface. But hey, he wouldn’t know until he tried. Should he, though, was the question. Because right now, he’s definitely not trying to find a way onto the top of a particularly tall tree at the edge of his sight.