"Meh, I didn't like part 2."
"Okay, now you're just trying to piss me off." Beta Man replied, "Who the hell doesn't like part 2?"
"I didn't like Joseph, he was too goofy." Fast Track tried to defend himself, "For all of the flaws of part 1, it was a more serious story, Joseph was so immature it made me want to punch him."
"Wait, so you're gonna stand on the 'Fuck Joseph' hill and preach your lies, yet whenever I try to talk shit about Jolyne you try to tear my head off?" Beta Man countered, leading to an exaggerated gasp from the other end of the line .
"Don't you EVER try to talk shit about my precious girl! Jolyne got shafted in what is the most inconsistent part of the entire manga, and I still hold a grudge over it!"
"I have been listening to you two bitch about this manga for the last 2 hours, seriously, shut the fuck up." Shock Jockey spoke up, deciding to stop them before they repeated the same argument for the hundredth time.
"Holy shit! Jockey, you've been listening in? What the fuck, dude?!" Fast Track exclaimed, "Why are you even on comms, you usually only pop in to tell us when you're heading home."
"Because I've been sitting around in the fucking cold for the last few hours waiting for this drug deal to go down, I got bored." Shock Jockey leaned over the edge of the rooftop he was hiding on, peeking into the warehouse nextdoor through a glass panel on the roof. He leaned back and took a seat near a chimney, trying to keep himself warm. It was about a week from Christmas, and Japan had finally had its first snowstorm the other night. So, while all of his classmates were inside enjoying the warming heat of the dorms, Shogeki was stuck on a rooftop in Saitama, a blanket thrown over his shoulders as he tried to keep himself focused for the job ahead.
Speaking of Christmas, he still needed to figure out who he was getting gifts for. Totsu and Hamada were givens, his father would force him to get something for those two anyway, so he might as well bite the bullet. He supposed Kikai had earned some recognition too, and Ishi definitely won Shogeki's "Annoyed Me the Least" award, so he's going on the list as well.
'I guess that just leaves the bitch.' He thought to himself, watching as some trucks pull up to the warehouse. A small group of people got out and began moving some crates into the building, meaning they must be the suppliers he's been hunting down. Now he just has to wait for the buyers to show up, and he'd jump to action. 'Should I even get her anything? Is there anything I could get her that she'd even enjoy? I can't get her knives or my blood, meaning the top 2 choices are in the trash.' This was gonna bother him, he could tell.
About 10 minutes later, and with no more ideas for gifts to get for Toga, the buyers finally showed up. Shrugging off his blanket, he fiddled with his radio for a second. "Officers, you on standby?"
"Standing ready, Shock Jockey. Waiting for your mark." Was the response he received. Clipping the radio onto his belt and draining its battery into his reserves, he stepped off of the roof and flew up and above the warehouse. Taking a deep breath he let himself drop, falling through the window and landing, what would you know, right in the middle of both gangs. Surging his electricity through him, he bathed the area in lightning, dropping all suspects like flies. He brought his radio back up to his face, saying "Alright, I've got more than what was expected, I'm looking at about 30 guys. You might need to call in for a truck."
"Copy that. We'll get dispatch on the line to send us some trucks. Search the warehouse, we're going to need numbers on those shipments."
"I hear you." The hero took a moment to drag the suspects' bodies into a series of lines, using all of the zipties he had on him in the process to restrain as many as he could. Once he had that settled, he did a quick search of the warehouse, making sure he wasn't missing anything. Shock Jockey moved over to the large metal crate, unlocking it's seals with a hiss. "Alright, let's check how much of this stuff you morons were trying to move." He threw the lid back, giving a whistle at the hundreds of packages of Trigger he found inside. He brought the radio back up to his face, "Yeah, I'm looking at a few hundred doses right here, with 3 more crates of the stuff."
"I'm sorry, did you just say you found 4 crates of Trigger in that warehouse?" The officer on the line sounded surprised, which makes sense. This much trigger is enough to turn a group of 50 thugs into a real problem. He started removing some of the packages while holding the radio in the crook of his neck.
"I'm just as surprised as you are, this is a large fortune to be left with a group of- " A stream of white gas sprayed him in the face, make him cough and drop the radio. There must have been some kind of trap inside of the crate, which would spray gas at anyone who tripped it. A gas that was definitely making its way through Shock Jockey's system. The stream of gas died out, leaving him on the ground, trying to stop his violent cough. He could hear a faint beeping coming from inside of the crate, and very quickly released a small pulse of electricity, causing the lights in the warehouse to flicker, Only flicker, instead of shattering the bulbs like he had tried.
'That gas wasn't poison, was it?'
A few meters away, a black something began to appear from nothing, hovering in the air. Trying to control his coughing, Jockey hid behind a shipping crate on the other side of the room grabbing his radio on the way. He quickly forced his breathing back to normal, turning some dials to call in some backup. If the new arrival was who he guessed, Miruko would definitely want to be here. He peeked out from behind cover, luckily the new villain was facing the other way, but it was enough to confirm Jockey's suspicions.
His radio fizzled a bit, before a voice came through, "Kid, your internship was granted on the sole promise that I'd never have to-"
"Fuck you, Dabi is here, come get your payback."
"Well, why didn't you start with that?"
Never let it be said that Miruko wasn't one petty bitch. He put his radio down on the ground, making sure he didn't get it destroyed before his boss could figure out where he was, before he peeked out from behind his cover. Very quickly he had to bolt across the room as the shipping container melted into a white-hot sludge. It seemed that was the only aspect of his quirk he was able to get working, his speed, and even then, it didn't work for long. Maybe less than a second, but it was all he had to work with.
"When the doc told me someone was trying to bust his shipments, I thought he was being paranoid." Another blast of fire ruined yet another shipping container. Seriously, just how hot was that fire supposed to be? Hiding behind a support pillar, Jockey took notice that Dabi seemed to be half dressed, only wearing a pair of pants, as well as what looked like a gas mask. What the hell was he up to before he got warped here?
He looked to his side, towards the now burning, dead bodies of the gangs. He remembered that a few of them had been carrying guns on them and his eyes very quickly landed on the small pile of pistols he'd left. Only thing between them was an asshole fire villain.
A villain who just spotted him again.
'Fuck.'
Another plume of fire and another ruined support pillar, and Jockey was a bit closer to the guns. Unfortunately, Dabi started talking again, which was only distracting him.
"The hell kind of pansy did they send to bust our boys?" Dabi yelled out, shooting more fire towards Jockey's old position, "Who just starts opening crates of drugs? You thought you could snag a few shots for yourself? I don't know just how much of those suppressants you got hit with, but this is pathetic, man!"
Jockey dodged once more, getting himself a bit closer to the guns, but Dabi seemed to have figured out what the hero was after. A flick of his wrist and the guns were reduced to a sludge of molten metal. It seemed the building itself was starting to feel the heat as well, as a large chunk of the ceiling collapse, grabbing the attention of the villain. Jockey saw his chance, he charged forward, trying to get as close as he could to the villain. Just as Dabi released his fire, Jockey used his quirk and bolted to the side, sliding underneath the plume of fire and getting himself close enough to land a solid punch to Dabi's chest. Well, he didn't dodge it entirely.
While Dabi crashed into a nearby shipping container, Jockey was on the floor, clawing at his face and what used to be his left eye. Fuck, that's not something he was gonna be able to just brush aside. He rushed the other man, shoulder tackling him hard enough to leave a body-sized dent into the metal object, Jockey made to grab his arm, but had to back off or else he'd be burnt to crisps. Again, without his quirk he wasn't as fast as he should be, meaning he still caught the edge of the attack, his forearms and hands going numb almost instantly at the damage they've taken.
"Fuck!" Shock Jockey pulled himself to his feet, trying to surge as much electricity into his arms as he could, but he fell to his knees, coughing, his vision beginning to blur as the smoke was starting to affect him. He looked up, expecting to see Dabi bearing down on him, but for whatever reason, the villain seemed distracted.
Dabi looked around the warehouse, "Flashover…" He looked over to Jockey, eyes full of smug glee as he braced his arms as if som-
The inside of the warehouse ignited, launching Jockey through one of the windows and into the street, his body crashing into the windshield of a police cruiser. The officers gave a shocked yell, quickly climbing out of the car as he groaned in pain. His head was screaming, not to mention the fucking agony of whatever happened to his fucking eye, but he managed to get to his feet. Parts of his costume had been completely burned away, namely around his arms and the left half of his mask. He pulled the other half off, wincing when he felt some burnt, charred skin be torn off along with it. Pushing his hair out of his face, he turned to the police officer's whose car he just wrecked.
He gave them a weak wave. "Hey." He looked back at the warehouse, watching as a pillar of white hot flames burst through part of the roof, before glancing back at the officers, "Yeah, I don't have a joke for you about the situation, this, this whole thing is just a shitshow."
"Shock Jockey," One of the officers spoke up, and the hero recognized the voice as the one over the radio. "My experience with you should speak for itself, but please tell me you called for backup."
Before he could even answer, the asphalt in front of them exploded, followed very quickly by one of the walls of the warehouse collapsing inwards. Jockey gestured with his head, saying, "I think that should speak for itself." He stepped around the officers, opening the rear doors to the cruiser and climbing in. "I'm gonna just…" He waved his burnt hands over his torn apart eye, "Yeah. Have fun guys." He laid down on the seat and curled in on himself, trying to pass out before the shock wore off and he actually began to feel his injuries.
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"Boy, do you have some explaining to do when you wake up."
Akira groaned, feeling his entire body ache, "Oh boy, I love hearing that as soon as I come around."
His father slapped him on the arm, "Don't do stupid shit if you don't want to hear me complain!"
The younger man hissed in pain, trying to smack his father back. "You don't see me hitting you every time you come back with a burn you jackass, knock it off!"
Akihiro helped his son sit up, patting him on the back and handing him his phone. "Please text your friends or something, your ringtone is annoying, you couldn't have picked a nicer song?"
"You got a problem with the Ink Spots? Fuck off, how is my taste in music older than your own?" He ignored the texts he's gotten, instead going right to his contacts and pressing call. If there was one thing in the universe he could always count on, it was for Hamada to answer her phone. After a few seconds, she picked up, and he spoke before she could say anything. "Shut up, I need an update on Toga."
"Hey Sho- Ugh, you would cut me off." Hamada had just gotten on the phone with him and she already wanted to hang up. That had to be a new personal record, one Akira tried not to feel too proud of. "I don't have any updates for you, Shogeki-kun."
"Alright, so you're telling me that the murderous, psychotic, admittedly medicated, but nonetheless highly dangerous villain that I entrusted to you to watch over while I'm away, has stopped existing? Because that is the only acceptable answer I will take, for why you would have no updates!" He yelled through the phone, already getting annoyed.
"Okay, you're right, that's not entirely true, we're just- No, I'm not telling him about Toga-chan, shush!"
"Excuse you? What the fuck is happening over there?"
"Ah, no, Um, uh, look, uhh, Toga found out about what happened to you, and she- she didn't exactly take it well."
"Fuckin-" Akira let out an angry yell, "You were supposed to fucking watch her!"
"I'm sorry, okay!" The water girl sounded close to tears, "We were eating breakfast when Totsu told us about what happened to you, and he said your dad told him about your eye and-"
"Where is Toga now? Are you with her?" Akira could feel the painkillers starting to wear off, a horrible pain starting to grow in his burned arms.
"She's with Kikai and Sakana, they took her to Recovery Girl." Hamada sniffled a bit, trying to calm herself down, "I don't know if they took her to a hospital or not."
"God damnit." He hung up, trying to not throw his phone at the wall. A knock from the doorway caught the father and son's attention, seeing a nurse waiting for them.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." When they both shook their heads, she continued, "I just came to give you another dosage of painkillers. You weren't supposed to wake up for another few hours, so I didn't expect to be hearing so much noise from this room. Are you feeling alright."
Akira sighed, "Tired and sore. I assume nothing can be done about my eye, huh?"
The nurse shook her head, "Any kind of prosthetic that we could employ would be burnt out by your quirk."
"Figures. Whatever, just dose me with whatever you got." He held out his arm, allowing the nurse to supply his needed respite before she left them alone. He grabbed his phone again, saying, "I'm gonna send a text Totsu's way, tell him to pop by in a few hours. No way am I sitting around in this place by myself for more than a few hours." She scratched at the bandages on his face, growling. "Fucking eye, itches like crazy."
Akihiro looks at his son lying in the hospital bed. He chuckled softly, "So I guess you have some of your mother in you after all."
Akira looked up from his phone, staring at the wall for a few seconds with a confused look on his face, before turning to his father, "Where the fuck are you making a connection here?"
"Your mother had an uncle who only had one eye, really crazy guy he was. He never liked me, so we never talked much, but with your hair the way it is and that missing eye, you're starting to remind me of him."
The younger Shogeki's eyes went wide. "Aw, shit, he fucked up my hair on that side, didn't he?!" He threw his head back into his pillow, sighing heavily. "I guess I'm gonna need to go to Netto to help get that fixed."
Akihiro laughed at his son, clapping him on the shoulder. "Alright, alright, get yourself some rest. I need to head back to the station, Kamui will only cover for me for so long."
His father left not too soon after that, leaving Shogeki to fall back asleep. He must have been out of it for a few hours, because his room was much brighter than it was before he fell asleep. It had to have been past noon at this point, although the time of day was of little importance to him. No, he'd rather find out why there were a ton of cookies being balanced on his forehead!
He shook his head, sending the cookies falling to the ground while Totsu gave an anguished moan. "Shogeki! I almost had 20 stacked, I could have beat my record!"
"How am I already regretting my decision to call you here?" Shogeki asked, sending a glare towards the other man.
Totsu gave an annoyed huff. "C'mon man, don't be like that, I'm trying really hard to make you feel better. Here I got something for you."
Shogeki watched as Totsu started to rummage through his bag before he pulled out a pair of bright pink sunglasses, a wide smile on his face until the boy noticed the unimpressed look on Shogeki's face. He looked back down at the sunglasses."Oh... Man, did you really have to lose an eye, it couldn't have been, like, an ear or something?"
"I'll be sure to forward your complaints to Dabi next time I see him."
"Think you'll ever run into him again?"
Shogeki shrugged, "Only if the Harpy doesn't reassign me. Speaking of, I doubt she will, I managed to do a real number on him before she showed up."
"Real shit?" Totsu asked, surprised.
"Yep, I got exactly one solid punch in on him." Shogeki noticed the unimpressed look on his friend's face. "For the record, Endeavor didn't even get a single hit in."
"What, do you hold the record on hitting him or something?"
"I dunno, I didn't exactly see if she managed to tag him or not before he disappeared. I'm starting to think Dabi really doesn't want to fight her."
"You're telling me." Miruko said, stepping into the room, a bag in her hands. She seemed annoyed by something, but if she had anything she wanted to share, she'd have started with it. "Here, I got something for you." She tossed the bag onto the bed, it landed heavily on his chest and knocked the breath out of him. As he tried to get himself back together, she sat on the chair on his other side, out of his view. "I'm starting to think you're onto something with Dabi not wanting to fight me. This is the second time he ran at the sight of me."
"Why the hell did you bring me a bag full of batteries and a bottle of eyedrops?" Shogeki wheezed, holding up a handful of D batteries.
"Whatever quirk suppressants you got hit with have probably worn off by now, but the hospital won't let you charge yourself up, right?" The older woman shrugged her shoulders, "I remember you said your charge affects your health, figured you feel like shit running on empty."
He nodded, holding as many batteries as he could and siphoning their power, instantly feeling the cloudiness he's been feeling start to disappear. He handed them off to Totsu as he made to grab some more. "That doesn't explain the eyedrops, though."
"Well, you've only got the one eye now." She smirked at him, "Figured you'd want to keep it in perfect shape."
"And there it is." Shogeki sighed, finished with his battery… meal, he guessed. "Moving on from the teasing train, I'd like to bring up the fact that no one has given me an update on Toga which, seeing as the League is the whole reason I'm even in this position, I feel is something I should be kept informed of."
"Oh yeah, your girlfriend is in the other room." Miruko answered, standing up, "Wanna go see her? I'm sure you're feeling well enough to walk, right?"
"Yeah sure, help me up." The two helped him to his feet, keeping him steady as he shook off his vertigo. "What happened to her anyway, Totsu? Hamada only told me she had an episode when she heard about my eye."
"Oh, yeah, uh, you might just want to see for yourself. You'd be able to handle her better than anyone else, that much is known." The durable man said, leading him down the hall and to Toga's door. Shogeki couldn't hear anyone talking on the other side of the door, which both comforted and concerned him.
"Whelp," Miruko slapped him on the back, sending him stumbling a bit, "I'm gonna head out. I was on my way to a charity thing down the way, I just stopped by to drop off that little care package for you. Try to keep yourself out of the hospital, I don't pay you to get your ass kicked."
"We both know you don't pay me anywhere near what I'm actually worth." Shogeki replied, only a small amount of bitterness in his voice.
"Well, it's a good thing I control your wages." She left with that, turning to walk down the hall.
"Pay for my medicine." He called after her, no real emotion in his voice.
"Naaaaaaaah." She threw back, just as devoid of emotion.
Totsu looked on with confusion. "I swear, she's like a different person when you actually talk to her."
"I've told you before, memeing jackass, remember?" Rolling his shoulders, Shogeki steeled himself for dealing with a worked up Toga. He opened the door, his suspicions skyrocketing when he saw Toga immediately cover her face with a pillow. Sakana and Kikai looked his way, taking in his bandages. The look on his face, tired and angry, was enough to tell them to leave the room. Once the two of them were alone, he crossed his arms, trying not to wince. "Toga, get over here."
The blonde girl sat up, still holding the pillow over her face. She managed to slide herself off of the bed, walking towards his voice. He caught her by the shoulders to prevent her from walking into him.
"Toga," he started in a stern voice, "Give me the pillow."
"No." Her voice was muffled, but it sounded like she was close to tears.
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "We're not doing this right now, give me the pillow. Come on, Toga, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I didn't want you to feel sad ab-"
"Toga, give me the pillow."
"-out your eye, but no one would tell me i-"
"Toga, I'm not playing with you girl."
"-f you were okay, or if you were feeling well, and they wouldn't let me go see you and I didn't know what to do so I-"
"Toga, shut the fuck up and show me your face!" She jumped when he yelled at her, holding the pillow tighter against her face. He held her shoulders tighter, shaking her gently. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me, girl?" He told her, "I have too much that I have to worry about, I can't be waking up in the hospital, just to be told that you're there too."
"Promise you won't be angry with me?" She asked from behind her pillow.
"Toga, if you don't move that pillow, you're gonna suffocate yourself."
"Promise me you won't be mad."
"I'm not promising that at all. I'll feel whatever I damn well want to." He rubbed her shoulders, trying to get her to relax, before he moved his hands up to the pillow. She let him pull the pillow away from her face, making him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Jesus christ, what am I gonna do with you, girl?"
"But… Now we match?" She asked hopefully, making him stare at her with a strange look. "What?"
"Himiko, you moron, you tore out the wrong eye." She stared at him for a minute, reaching up to feel that, yes, she had torn out her right eye instead of her left. The wrong one. Meaning that they didn't exactly match like she'd hoped.
"Oh…" She said softly, letting out a hesitant, airy laugh before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him. Shogeki gave another deep sigh, bringing her closer and letting her cry. He never seemed to be able to catch a break, did he?
"Alright, just get it out of you." She hugged him tighter, and he started to gently rock her back and forth. This whole thing must hurt like hell for her. He was lucky enough for Dabi to burn away most of his nerve endings; Everything except the surrounding area and the actual remains of his eye caused him any pain, but her nerve endings were all still intact. "Stupid girl, you're lucky you didn't kill yourself." He felt her start shaking a bit harder, sobbing just a bit louder than before. He sighed, resting his chin on her head.
Shogeki was briefly reminded that his family was cursed- the men born into his family always had the habit of attracting the attention of the craziest woman they could find, regardless of their own thoughts on the manner. He thought about the stories he'd been told about his mother, and his grandmother, and their similarities to the girl he held in his arms, rubbing small circles into her back.
He was gonna have to have a long talk with Nedzu about this whole ordeal, as well as a session of yelling at Hamada for being a useless water witch again. That would have to wait for later, though. Keeping the girl in his arms in one piece took priority over anything else. He still had his duties, that's what being a hero meant, and just because he was injured didn't mean he was off the clock.
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It was a tired and annoyed Shogeki that lounged beneath a blanket on one of the common room sofas the next day, Totsu sitting on a chair to his left and out of his view. After another night of rest to heal a bit more, his quirk had returned in full, allowing him to properly charge himself and feel far better than the day before. This left him leaning on his right arm, remaining eye focused on the television in front of him while watching a documentary on heroes who've lost limbs in the line of service.
"You know, I always forget that Ectoplasm is missing both of his legs."
Shogeki craned his neck, trying his damndest to bring his friend into his field of view. "The man sounds like he's walking on pogo-sticks, how the hell do you possibly forget that?"
"Alright, well, some of use haven't developed super hearing to compensate for our lack of proper eyesight, so you're gonna have to go easy on us."
"Really trying to suck that joke for all its worth, aren't you?" He didn't even have to look at Totsu to know that he's trying to hold in his childish giggles. "Seriously, the last 24 hours have been nothing but eye jokes, I'm surprised Aka hasn't said anything."
"Well, Aka might be blind, but he still has something that you don't."
"Better friends?" Shogeki tried to guess.
"Both of his eyes." Totsu began to loudly laugh at the strained, barely contained scream of rage Shogeki made. He had been dealing with enough, and Totsu was very quickly pushing him towards the edge.
The edge was brought all the closer when Sakana bounced into the common room, holding her hands behind her back as she shoved her face into his view, a gleaming smile shining brighter than her facepaint. "Shogeki, I know you're all Groucho Marx about your eye-"
"Don't tell me you did something." He was surprised by how desperate his voice sounded.
"So, I called my grandma to come and take care of you!"
"I'm starting to wish Dabi had just fucking killed me."
"Oh, don't be like that, you'll love her, I promise." She watched as Shogeki's face grew slowly more red, his teeth clenched as a few veins propped up on his forehead. "You okay buddy?"
"I'm trying to pop enough blood vessels to get sent back to the hospital."
"Dude, I'm starting to think you're overreacting." Totsu said from somewhere on his left, not like Shogeki was able to fucking see him anymore.
"Totsu, if I still trusted my depth perception I'd throw something at you. Also," He turned to Sakana, "You seemed to have forgotten why no one has been inviting any family for visits lately."
"Really? Why not?" She asked.
Instead of saying anything, Shogeki instead threw off the blanket that he had been using, revealing that Toga had been hidden underneath, snuggled into his side and blissfully asleep.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about Toga-chan. You're really warming up to her, aren't you?"
"No." Shogeki snorted, lying through his teeth, "These painkillers have me so fucked up my entire body is practically numb. This keeps her quiet so I can focus on learning the problems of living with only one eye. Not to mention anything I learn, I'm gonna have to teach her crazy ass as well."
"Well, first you'll have to learn to start turning your head about 30 degrees more to the left when you're on patrol."
"Sakana, go away before I punch you." The clown took this as her sign to leave, promising to return once her grandmother got here.
Toga whined a bit in her sleep, snuggling a bit closer to him as Ishi helped him grab his blanket. He covered them again, trying to ignore how damn cold it was. He hated winter, preferring the nice and balmy spring over any other season, but Toga seemed to think that the cold of winter is the best excuse to be close to him. Plus, she's stolen one of his hoodies once they got back from the hospital, and has been using the "I'm cold" excuse whenever he tries to get it back.
This week has been quite the emotional rollercoaster, hasn't it?
"Oh shit, I keep forgetting that Christmas is in a few days." Totsu said, making Shogeki look up at the holiday commercial playing on the tv. That reminded him, he still had to go and choose gifts for the people he thinks have earned them. A soft snore from beside him told him that Toga was still asleep, meaning he'd have some time to think about gifts for at least a little while longer. He wondered what to get for the blonde girl, and whether or not he'd be able to play it off as a duty to his work project, or if anyone would see through it. They bothered him enough about calling Toga his girlfriend, but if they found out that he was starting to feel sweet on her, he'd never get a peaceful moment in this building until the day he graduates.
Class 2-A Student Spotlight
Aka Ao- Male
Birthday- 2-27
Quirk- Pulse-Based Radar
Hero Name- Blind Hero: Spectrum
Heroic Rank 19
Academic Rank 10
Long red hair past his shoulders, with blue spots and splotches. Fully blind, eyes are a pale blue. Wears a navy blue dress shirt with a wine red vest, and black pants. Has suspenders attached to his pants, but they hang loose off of his waist. Stands about 5'9. Very friendly and polite, an avid fan of tea.