Hone was well dressed, or at least as well dressed as he normally was. Black pants with a matching jacket, both with white stitching on the seams to make it pop. Under the jacket was a white shirt with the collar popped up. Nothing was tucked in, and there was some wrinkling going on with the undershirt. A decent set of black dress shoes completed the ‘I just out of school’ look he had going. A close look would show he had earbuds in his ears, likely to tune out anyone he didn’t want to hear.
He showed up outside of the Hokage’s office without much fanfare. He was a mere chuunin, nothing special there. His mentor had told him to show up and, in their words, ‘Pester that dumbass until you get a real job.’ Such a way with words, that one. Lavender eyes look out from behind the blue tinted glasses he was wearing as he runs a hand through his uniquely shaded red hair.
”Tosukana Hone, here to speak to the Hokage. No appointment. A former Sennin told me to….come talk to them.”
He showed up outside of the Hokage’s office without much fanfare. He was a mere chuunin, nothing special there. His mentor had told him to show up and, in their words, ‘Pester that dumbass until you get a real job.’ Such a way with words, that one. Lavender eyes look out from behind the blue tinted glasses he was wearing as he runs a hand through his uniquely shaded red hair.
”Tosukana Hone, here to speak to the Hokage. No appointment. A former Sennin told me to….come talk to them.”