[PP-F1] Pepper pepper in your hair. (Moartea & Pepper)

[Moartea 0]

The day of many, a busy day, many people around partaking in their duties, as a young man sat on the fountain. His long black hair now out of the ornate head piece he usualy wears, as his weapon was still the same, as was his attire. Slate grey eyes he gazed with as he was waiting on a person to show, a young girl by the name of Pepper, as he was to train her, as he notified a young lady about the request. He was rather thrilled in fact, he loved children and always did, may have been his foster mothers kindness that taught him that. Either way he was going to see this through. The day a cool 76* and the wind made the cool wind seem rather more chilled, but the hot sun made the heat all counter balance each other, this day would be one that Moartea would remember.