Well this certainly wasn’t what he would classify as home. Then again, what did the word really mean to someone in his particular situation. Always called upon when squabbling humans couldn’t sort out their throngs of issues, or when it came to the Grail; which always ended up, never in his favor. If he was honest with himself, he was tired.
To make matters worse, it seemed that wherever he was, he had lost access to his most precious of amenities. Which, shifted his rather dreary mood, to one of absolute anger. What kinda of a joke was this? Simmering over the fact, as he stood upon the street, people milling about, he sought a victim, anyone would do at this point. Normally he would never do such a thing, let alone think about it, but seeing as his mood was rather foul-- he disregard the fact.
Crimson eyes settling upon a girl, one easy enough to spot, considering headphones they adorned were on the ostentatious side. No, he did not care for the situation, and he approaches the person. Slender digits reaching out to grab one end of the listening device, and he pulls it, before allowing it to snap back into place. A somewhat amused, yet cruel grin settling upon his lips.
After all, wasn’t his fault, it was simply an easy target for his twisted amusement.