Gemotions

He didn't get angry, not exactly. Instead, a peculiar sort of energy coursed through him. The empty space felt like an open challenge. He flexed his hands, a smile playing on his lips.

He looked around the neighborhood, taking in the ordinary houses and manicured lawns with a sense of… deliciousness. This was a chance to *do*. To *act*. To make something happen.

He started walking, his pace quickening. His imagination ran wild, painting a vivid canvas of possibilities. He could feel it; this day was going to be memorable, a rush of pure, raw *experience*.