All the Little Things [P]

Stepping to the training grounds, Honey sucked the air into his lungs as he prepared himself to get kicking on training. The air was crisp, and he was restless. There were plenty of other genin completing official patrols, and as such his personal rounds could wait for a while. Eating a bundle of dried meat for some energy, he surveys the training grounds, heading to a lower-access training ground than he was used to. He smelled some sort of being, and was interested, to say the least.

It was about time he got back to training, it had been too long. He hadn't been slacking by any means, but any extra chance he could get to become faster, or stronger, he would take his chances. Passing idly through the village on the way to the training grounds, he found what looked to be a turtle slumped sadly in the middle of the path, hanging off a bench. Crouching down, he smelled that it wasn't rotten, and was easily alive. Sniffing deeper, he would be able to smell anything that was affecting this man, and he would step away slowly. He doesn't take his pulse, but he can detect his life force nonetheless.

"Hello? Are you alive?" Honey creeps ever closer, sniffing the pile. "Are you alive?"

Gloin had one hell of a night and that was, to say the least. As with his ritual, he makes sure to find the best alcohol in the village as with every village he enters. But he may have gone a little overboard, to say the least.  After spending all of his ryo on various types and amounts of liquor he had no money left to rent an apartment so he found a place and fell asleep without a worry in the world.

Laying on a bench in the street he would not notice a man with a hat approach him. The man was quite intimidating with his impressive, height. As the man approached him he would startle awake at the sound of the taller gentleman question. Jumping to his feet and flinging an empty mug at the man. (This would do no damage) very weakly. Before realizing the man's assertive voice and saying "Ey sorry lad, I thought you were the pol- I mean a criminal hahaha." He would laugh it off before continuing.

"Me names Gloin. How bout you lad?"
(TWC 182)

As the mug goes flying towards Honey Bunches, the only action he takes is moving his forehead forward 20 degrees, this smashing the mug and sending it flying all over Gloin where he sat. He watches as the mug pieces fly through the air, and he smiles to himself as they finally land on the ground with an unceremonial patter.

He turns his head to the side, watching Gloin, letting out a mighty chuckle. "Sure, sure... What are police again? All I do is survey the village looking for potential threats and dealing with them if needed..." He scratches his head, leaving no shadow of a doubt that he was the police, although it seemed that he himself was not quite aware of his responsibilities.

"Actually, I'm Honey Bunches, master detective." He nods with his trench coat proof, or rather a monument of his assertion.

"Gloin eh? Nice to meet ya. What type of deeds do you find yourself gettin' into?"