Joseph was deep in thought when he was woken up by a masculine voice. He looked at its source with a dull and weary visage. His face brightened up and a faint smile curled up on his lips as he saw the offered hand. He mimicked Jay's previous movements and extended his hand, grasping Jay's and shaking it.
"Nice to meet you," he said to the rhyming boy. "I'm Joseph."
This was the first person he'd meet at the trainee corps. Hopefully, he could become friends with the boy who'd introduced himself as Jay. After shaking the hand, Joseph pulled his back and lowered it back to his side. "You seem rather enthusiastic," he said. "I'm assuming you have high hopes. Perhaps the Military Police?"

He assumed that anyone he saw to be happy was aiming for the MP and believed that they were going to make it wholeheartedly. Of course, he didn't want the one person who had approached him to join that rotten organization. It seemed more than likely to happen. It was a great offer. If you succeeded, you would get to live in the inner sanctum, lead an easy life with little to no effort. For some people, such a life could be satisfying. It certainly was for him for a portion of his short life.