Roy yawned and stepped into the office, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. He was not an early riser and one could tell it from just looking at him. His already messy black hair was even more crazy than usual, and his dress shirt (already stained from a hastily made cup of coffee) was rumpled and only half tucked in to his jeans.
Roy was the other half of the journalism duo that he and Kachin were part of. And, much like his partner, Roy was a skinny, nineteen year old wimp.
He scratched his cheek. "Why'd ya call m' down here so early, Kachin? I should still be 'n bed! It's four frickin' thirty in the morning!" He plunked himself down in the chair next to Kachin and looked at the cat hybrid's computer screen. "Ya' still working on the fish case? I finished the article for that yesterday. What took so long in uploadin' your photos?"