The 11th Lt badge fluttered in the gust of the wind. The white ribbon wrapped up the left arm of the man walking nearby the 11th barracks. His white hair blew to the sides as he pushed up his glasses. "What a warm, beautiful day.." He said to himself calmly. It really was one of the greatest days he has felt temperature wise. The white and blue sheath bounced on his shoulders as he walked slowly. His grip on the handle was not too tight or too loose. The baby blue eyes of the man pierced every door looking for his captain. As he neared the center of the barracks he heard some yelling of a group of people.

"Hado #1 SHO!"
Zeipher peeked around a corner, pushing up his glasses. The look on his face was that of a confused little kid. He wanted to figure out what was going on. So he took a step forward, seeing a Frisbee being thrown towards his captain. He pushed up his glasses once more with his index finger. Something he had to do often was adjust his glasses.

lets party drinks are on me!