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

HereComesTheSnow
Justin and Otto[/center]

[color=f26522]"Geeeeet..." [/color]

The ruby-haired swordsman theatrically sniffed the air, pacing up and down their section of the sizable buffet as if a drill sergeant inspecting recruits, scrutinizing each dish with an audible, contemplative [color=f26522]"Hmmm..."[/color]

[color=f26522]"Hmm..."

"Mm..."

"A-[i]ha[/i]!"[/color]

You could practically see the lightbulb go off in his head, and he snapped his fingers, whirling towards the 3rd tin from the right. Smoky, greasy, calorically and protein-dense with flavor to die for. Crispy crimson strips of pure flavor, glorious and resplendent with an indomitable heart-attack factor for food that was, in actuality, so light on it's own! But like candy, one could never stop at simply eating one strip, or even a trio. No, it got the [i]large tongs[/i] for a reason. He could feel his mouth watering even as he gazed upon it, felt it's smell lingering in the air...

[color=f26522]"Get the bacon! They do really nice bacon. I usually grab the scrambled eggs and toss some of the cheese on top, melts really nice. Waffle batter's nothing especial, but they've got a lot of stuff you can put into 'em."[/color] he responded, taking the time to go through the motions of each step he described, save the waffles.

[color=f26522]"As for your other question, right now things seem pretty hands-off to me. You can take up jobs and tasks on your own, but I haven't heard any big announcements or been drafted into anything [i]yet[/i], so..."[/color]

He shrugged, expertly balancing a loaded plate in the grasp of one hand while spilling nothing.

[color=f26522]"I'd just keep an eye out. You never know, right?"[/color]