It was another day in Era, Manzo had just finished another of his deliveries before receiving a letter via carrier pigeon that he was to meet up with another member of his guild. The letter read as follows. "Manzo~ It is I, your beloved master Belladonna. It seems that the fair citizens of our great land are in dire need of some support at this most trying of times. I have received word that you and Snow have been spotted in Era! So i thought to myself, what a delightful way to show that Blue Pegasus cares! You are to meet up with Snow in the city square to escort people home after dark, as well as warding their homes! Gather your things and get to the square as soon as you can! It's impolite to keep a girl waiting!" Manzo rolled his eyes at the contents of the letter, he had already been doing his day job, for most of the day, but now it seemed he had to do this as well. It was not in his best interest to turn down Belladonna, and it was also an opportunity to meet up with Snow again, so perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
Manzo of course needed to freshen up before he would go to meet Snow, he did not want to make his companion uncomfortable with the smell of a working man. It being summer time, Manzo made it a point to shower close to three times a day, to keep himself from radiating any form of stench, in his mind that was just good common sense. Upon reaching his apartment he stripped down to his bare skin and made a B-line for the bathroom. He started his shower on the hottest setting it could be without boiling him alive. He stepped into the shower to do his business, paying very close attention to his luxurious white mane on his head, after all his signature white hair is what earned him the moniker White Wolf of Joya. Considering he was one of the only people from a predominately dark haired having country to have snow white hair. Upon finishing with his hair he would move toward his body, wanting to cover every nook and cranny with soap, not wanting to miss a beat. It was imperative to him to stay as clean as humanly possible in this regard, not just because he was meeting with a lady of Snow's caliber.
After washing himself clean he stepped out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist, as well as throwing a shorter towel on his head to dry his head. After moments of patting himself down to dry, he reached for his preferred unisex fragrance and adorned his body with it, as an accent to his cleanliness. He would dress himself in a black silk shirt with red accents on the buttons and collar. Black cargo pants stuffed into his steel toed boots. And over that a white kimono top with blue flora accents. He pulled a cigarette out of his pants pocket and placed it in his mouth, snapping his fingers to light, before stepping out of his home and making his way toward the city square.
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