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

HereComesTheSnow
Justin and Otto[/center]

[color=f7941d]"Otto."[/color] the young swordsman replied with a smile, letting the door shut on it's own as he jogged down the steps to pull after Justin. "And nah, not really. Maybe about a week or so. I'm usually up 'bout a couple of hours later than this, but hey;" he replied, before making a bit of a show of hungrily rubbing his belly for a laugh. [color=f7941d]"At least the lines are gonna be short for breakfast, right?"[/color]

This was Otto Kleinsmann: Always a silver lining somewhere. While Justin seemed a touch more laid-back than he, the guy seemed cool enough from the get-go. Holding a conversation like this [i]this[/i] early? You had to be a pretty decent dude. You just did. Polite guy, too. Remembered to introduce himself before Otto did, at any rate.

"Oh man, those Cinnamon Buns they have here, though..." he repeated aloud, a wistful look gracing his face. [color=f7941d]"Man, you're gonna [i]have[/i] to have one. Just one of those and you'll be ready for your whole day. It's like they came up with culinary magic to make them."[/color]