[center][h1]Men of the Rising Sun[/h1]

[i]HereComesTheSnow[/i]

Day 1, Morning[/center]

"Morning." came a voice from directly to his left as two halls merged into one near the stairwell. Turning his head, the crimson-haired Kleinsmann found himself automatically mirroring the lazy half-smirk and wave. A young man, as in "man full of youth and vitality" and not "kid", about his age wore the original of the pair of grins, on a face framed by a more standard and less outlandish shade of brown hair, ass opposed to Otto's anime-looking do that served as a decent alibi were he ever suffering from a case of chronic bedhead.

[color=f7941d]"'Ey."[/color] he replied cordially, as their paths fully merged towards the stairs downwards, undoubtedly both for breakfast. He could already imagine the delicious smell of those freshly baked cinnamon buns, packed full of more simple carbohydrates than you could choke a horse on...

[color=f7941d]"Mornings, huh?"[/color] he asked conversationally, swiftly turning about face and backing into the door to the stairwell, both pushing and holding it open behind him, letting his newfound compatriot walk through unhindered. [color=f7941d]"Man, we caught a weird time. Usually ain't so quiet around here."[/color] 

Indeed, the halls were almost eerily serene in the grey area between "early morning" and "late morning/early afternoon". An unusual, but not altogether unpleasant breed of peace.