One summer's night

[Fluffywerewolf]

((ooc note: Working on getting hirama's personality down, and looking for interaction. Feel free to join in as you wish))

Hirama squinted as the sun's bright rays hammered against his eyes. Of course he had been awake for a while now, but it was more important to him to start the morning right. A sound breakfast, which consisted of two rye bagels with jam and a cup of coffee, gurgled happily in his stomach. As the breezy summer air toyed with his light green hair, a contented smile spread across his mouth. "Today will be a good day" He said aloud. With that in mind, he turned to the door of his small apartment and locked it. He couldn't help but note the irony in his current situation. Here he was, the son of a freight tycoon, living in a small one bedroom apartment. But, it was better than spending his time in the empty museum that his father called a house. Hirama went through a mental checklist as he made his way down bustling streets. He had his Apron, his pants had been freshly pressed that morning, as had his shirt. It wasn't until he reached up to scratch his off colored hair that he realized he had forgotten his hat. He glanced down at his watch, and noted the time. 7:35.

"I have time." He said to himself, turning on his heel and heading back toward his house. To the average observer, Hirama never seemed to be in a hurry. His steps made a solid tap tap tap on the pavement. Unrushed, he unlocked his door, and entered. Hirama's apartment, while small, was also immaculate. Sitting on a table, up against the north wall, lay a series of beakers and tubes, all aligned in a neuroticly specific order and fasion. There were two love seats, each one facing the other over a small coffee table, in the living room. And resting on the dark blue arm of one them, lay his hat.

"There you are..." He voiced, placing the dark fabric on his green hair. Once again, he looked down at his watch. 7:40. He had to be at work in twenty minutes, and the walk usually took him 25. He let out an unhappy huff before exiting his apartment once more, again taking care to lock the door behind him. The streets looked now how he imagined a maze would look if he were a mouse. People were everywhere. Resigned, he turned down an alley and began running.

While Hirama was a slender looking child, he was also a very fast child. His time spent training in the academy had graced him with superior stamina when compared to common people. He counted blocks as he ran, whipped a sharp right turn at number 5, and continued on. Though he had only taken this route a few times, he already had it memorized. Six blocks down, he swung a left turn, and it was only a couple minutes later that he arrived at the back door to the coffee shop in which he was working. He hung his backpack up, dusted his black uniform off, and tied the blue apron around his waist. He started brewing the morning cup, and unlocked the door. There was an audible Click as he turned the open sign on, and he took his place behind the counter. He wondered if his regulars would be in early today.