A walk, a stroll, a pause and laugh.

[AlbinoLEPRECHAN]

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So just getting my barrings on posting and what not, before I dive in and make a fool of myself, haha.

Cold, yet oddly comfortable. A touch of white lights dot the night sky, and lit lanterns flooded the streets in the village of Kirigakure. The night owls, so to speak, were out on daily routines it seemed to the boy walking the same streets. A pen and note pad in hands, the purple haired kid would be walking at a moderate pace. His blue vest would be lose across his chest, bouncing slightly with each step he takes. The lifeless gray eyes would be watching, almost haunting, each and every person he walks past or sees. Taking note of their habits, the little he can tell, and writing it down. You see, this boy is different then most in the Fushinkou clan. He studies people, taking notes on their personalities and habits, and takes into careful consideration of the people in the village. Shinobi or not, no one escapes his sight. It's not that he worries, or even that he's paranoid. Shusseji Fushinkou, is just fascinated by the habits of others. What possesses someone to buy flashing attire? What brings others to befriend a person, just to talk negatively about them to another? What makes everyone so accustomed to the day to day life, yet hold shinobi to a higher stature? At least, as far as he knows, this happens everywhere. His study of people helps him understand emotion to a different degree then just his own. Being from his clan, emotions are not held in high regard. Yet of his linage, he is also part of that pedestal. Interesting how life works right?

A few hours past, and Shusseji would find himself at the academy entrance. Seems of his curiosity of others, he failed to realize where he himself was going. Just fresh from the academy, it seemed right and natural to walk over to the doors. Placing an open palm on the wooden door, and running his hand along the side of it, while he walks along the wall. "Seems only yesterday I was in this very building, studying. Or rather the lack of, just to become a shinobi, an official, and yet nothing is the same as it was, or ever will be." His mind reels as his thoughts pass one after another, similar to the one sided conversation he tends to have in his head. The feel may be familiar to himself, yet he does feel a sense of pride in being a newly appointed ninja of the mist. Something his clan has been doing for generations, and now he is apart of that culture as well. Yet somehow he can't help but feel, he maybe a little different then the rest of his clan. Or then again, this could all be in his head.

While the night sky still looms over head, Shusseji would continue his walk. This time however, he would head to the bar in town. Standing on the outside of the bloodriver bar, the boy would lean against an adjacent building. Watching the people flock to the bar, and leaving as a mess. Some, it would seem, could hold their drinks better then others. Many times he seen someone come out and stumble over nothing, just to turn and yell back inside as if someone pushed him. Yet no smile comes to his face, only the backside of a pen would press against his lower lip. Pressing down on the book of paper, while he writes what he finds interesting in people.