The rather small sillouttte of the teenage boy could be seen roaming around the seemingly quiet and motionless halls of the port mafia, small clinking noises could be heard as his figure descended farther down the halls. Annoyed mumbles and low grumbles would occasionally slip past the gingers lips, it often seemed as if he was always in a state of anger his temper always easily being lost within conversations. His ocean colored eyes would scan the halls the more he walked through the building