Hoshikita Cross let out a long yawn as he rose out bed in the barracks of Base Seventeen. He was still feeling a bit sleepy after having woken up but a few minutes ago, and bits of crust could still be seen around his eyes if one looked closely enough. No matter how long he spent as a marine, Hoshikita didn't believe he would ever get used to the strict wake up times that were enforced on those in the lower ranks. He was naturally a late sleeper, and early mornings had quickly become the thing that he dreaded most about his occupation. Still, after throwing on his marine vest over a pink Hawaiian shirt and pulling the rest of his ensemble together, he was able to start heading towards one of the main highlights of his day: Breakfast. The young marine quickly made his bed and prepped for inspection from the Commander. Morning inspection was merely a routine at this point, and after everyone was dismissed to the mess hall Hoshikita lazily made his way out into the hallway.
It didn't take long for Hoshikita to make his way to the mess hall, despite the rather crowded hallways that became inevitable when a large group of men were all released for a meal at one time. The breakfast at Base Seventeen had been far better than Hoshikita had expected when he was first stationed here, and he eagerly lined up to get his own portion of whatever had been cooked up that day. After then filling up his tray with waffles, eggs, sausage, and hash browns, Hoshikita made his way to a table where he could sit down to eat. There were a few other marines seated there, but the table was far from crowded, which was fine for Hoshikita; who needed a bit more leg room than the next guy. "Morning fellas." He uttered quickly before beginning to scarf down on his breakfast. He had remembered that there was a briefing scheduled after breakfast this morning, and he didn't want to be cut off while he was eating.
It didn't take long for Hoshikita to make his way to the mess hall, despite the rather crowded hallways that became inevitable when a large group of men were all released for a meal at one time. The breakfast at Base Seventeen had been far better than Hoshikita had expected when he was first stationed here, and he eagerly lined up to get his own portion of whatever had been cooked up that day. After then filling up his tray with waffles, eggs, sausage, and hash browns, Hoshikita made his way to a table where he could sit down to eat. There were a few other marines seated there, but the table was far from crowded, which was fine for Hoshikita; who needed a bit more leg room than the next guy. "Morning fellas." He uttered quickly before beginning to scarf down on his breakfast. He had remembered that there was a briefing scheduled after breakfast this morning, and he didn't want to be cut off while he was eating.