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[b][color=D64815]LOCATION: [/color][/b] Hashinton household -> Clayton's home
[b][color=D64815]INTERACTION: [/color][/b] [@Silent Observer], The new resident
[b][color=D64815]TIME: [/color][/b] Up since 4 am and out of the house at 7:30
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The day had started off as a dull and uneventful one as always. No school meant no papers to grade and no students to look forward to seeing day after day. Dreams filling most of their eyes to the brim. Though that didn't mean he wasn't already preparing for the start of the school year which was creeping up on the town as fast as the summer auction was. And even with the fact that there was no school, Reiden had been up since 4 am, laying on his 800 count bedsheets with his sea deep eyes staring up at the ceiling.

Was that auction today? It was, wasn't it. The auction was well known around Lakewood Summit and though it was supposed to be such a joyful event, Reiden never actually expected much from it. Though he did make sure to spend the money since it [i]was[/i] going to the school. 

Reiden was humming along to the classical music that resounded practically the whole entire house but not too loud as to receive any complaints. He couldn't help but shut his eyes and sway with the sound of the piano before his eyes opened abruptly to the sudden pain of his foot which grew by the second. [color=C98F1C][b]"Yee-OWCH!"[/b][/color] Reiden flinched before he looked down to see that he had jammed his right foot straight into the corner of the shelf which held his records. With that, he turned down the sound of his vintage record player and returned the records to their orderly fashion. He shook his head and felt as if he had something to do on that specific morning. 

Aftershave? Done. Shave? Done. Clothes? He looked down at his casual white collared shirt that was made of good material nonetheless and the black suit pants, lifting the peak of his hazel dress shoes for a quick second. Done. Breakfast? And at that moment his stomach growled before he had the chance to give it a thought. Oh Saturdays, so relaxing yet so nerve wrecking for one that tended to think about Mondays before they needed to. He gave a yawn and checked his mail, taking out the invitation which he already knew to be for the auction. They mentioned it 1 month in advance before actually sending out the invitations.

The invitation was set on his counter before his eyes wandered over the gift basket that was now next to the invitation. A sensation came over him as he looked at the basket, his eyes half opened and a feeling fatigue still pulling his mental state down. For what reason was that basket sitting there with two unopened bottles of Chateau Lafite 1865, lemon scented candles, a box of milk chocolates, roses sticking out of the basket with the sole wish of being the center of attention, and a mug with the word 'WELCOME' in bolded letters. It took Reiden about 15 seconds before realization suddenly hit him. [b][color=C98F1C]“Oh yes! The housewarming gift. How could I forget?”[/color][/b] He sighed and looked over at the clock. 7:30 am. Was that too early? Not early enough? How would I greet them? What if they did not want to be bothered with strangers?

In the end, Reiden was to bring the gift over right after he had his breakfast on this unreasonably scorching day just as the day before today had been...and the day before that. [b][color=C98F1C]"Oh summer, so wonderfully dazzling but far too hot for my tastes."[/color][/b] Wishing for Winter in July, that was a given.

Today's breakfast was just a plate of eggs and delicious grits, taking him about 30 minutes to make and devour. [b][color=C98F1C]"Mmm."[/color][/b] The man murmured, licking his lips and placing the plate in his sink, washing his hands and giving a slight tug to the bottom of his shirt for no particular reason. That was all, wasn't it? My morning ritual was done. He took the basket with one hand and his keys in the other, shoving it inside of his pocket before walking out of the house and obliviously forgetting to lock the doors, not that burglars were known to lurk the corners of Lakewood Summit even though they would get their fair share of riches if they caught Reiden walking out of his house, a smile on his face and not even a small inkling that he could get robbed. 

[b][color=C98F1C]"Where is it? Where does she live? He? She?"[/color][/b] Reiden hadn't even heard the Lakewood Summit gossipy gigglers speaking about the new resident that had just moved in the other day. Or perhaps week. Then again, they were more interested in the sex lives of those around them, [sub]propably because their husbands weren't fulfilling their wishes in bed. Or some of their boyfriends for that matter.[/sub] 

His head turned left and right as he walked in the wrong direction for 15 minutes before finally realizing that someone had said that it wasn't near the golf course. But after a while of trial and error, he finally reached the house. Oh, he didn't know the person's name, did he? [b][color=C98F1C]"Good morning!"[/color][/b] He rehearsed before giving the door 5 precise knocks and taking a step back. 

It's still 7 am, isn't it. Just the time that many awake. Hopefully their the latter and I'm not interrupting anyone's beauty sleep. How would this new resident be? Another arrogant prick? Well, egotistic is a better word for those types of people. Or maybe a sweet and kind lad or lassie that he could get along with? Either way, it didn't matter. In places like Lakewood Summit, you got along with anyone unless you wanted the unnecessary drama that could end in an exasperating mess. Though you might just end up paying someone to clean it up.