"Good news."
The familiar voice came suddenly to his ears, forcing him to look up from the blade he had been wiping clean with the rag that inherited its blemish. Though, the sudden existence of the voice filling the quiet void nearly made him jump, letting out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair.
It was one of the few vain things he took special care in--his hair. A two-block hairstyle with the sides presenting the natural earthen feel of oak-brown, the top, messy part of his hair was naturally light-gray. This unorthodox hair earned him his fair share of nicknames, good and bad, throughout his childhood.
"Huh?!...Can you knock first, Manfred?"
"What? Scared I'm going to catch you with your pants around your ankles or something?"
