Copen lay leisurely, stretched out like a lion. He propped himself up on his elbows, legs crossed one over the other with his back closest to the floor. When he deigned to take a sip, he simply leaned entirely on the one elbow. It was his own little system of laziness. He was a man of leisure, and it showed a lot in his ways. He put his cocoa on the ground, fiddling with the thermos' cup. The winter wind was cold on his wet shirt, but he wasn't bothered to go and change. If he unbuttoned it a little, it'd look slightly sleazy, but at least the stain wouldn't show anymore. That'd be the plan if he ended up going out tonight.

Copen shook his head at Tomoko's question. "I was, but not anymore. I studied Japanese in Denmark." He took another sip from his thermos. "I work in a Danish restaurant now, serving. I don't really know what to do with my life," he admitted with a shrug. He knew he was loud and cheerful and congenial, but what could he do with that? The Dane fell quiet as he waited for the others to speak.