Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
Watsuji Zenko's head hurt like no other. No normal headache or migraine, either. This one was the mother of all hangovers. Scratching at his chin, he tried hard to think of any reason why he hurt now more than ever when he remembered his pain.
Oh yeah.. the party.
He had crashed a birthday party for one of his fellow Jounin yesterday night and had drank way too much and went home with a stranger. If they had stolen something, it must not have been important, as he could see his stuff still where he left them. Oh, it most certainly was gonna be one of those days. The type where you have to go around apologizing for shit you caused the night before.
Rising naked from his bed, he shambled to his bathroom, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as it as the tub began to fill. He had some time to kill of course. Cuz he never got any jobs, you see.