Salazar was awake by five in the morning. By seven he had showered, dressed, read his assignments for his classes, and made his own notes on the reading assignments. He may seem like a delinquent slacker, but his teachers and closest new better.<br/><br/>Salazar yawned as he leaned back in his computer chair, his slender hand covering his mouth lightly. He blinked his lone left eye a few times as he tried to wake up more. It was a useless endeavor.<br/><br/>He left his room and headed straight for the kitchen. Coffee. That was all that was on his mind. The miracle called coffee.<br/><br/>He quickly made a pot, drank two cups in the kitchen, then took his third to his room. He always drank around six cups in the morning, his coffee pot made ten cups, so if he needed a pick me up during the day he could reheat another cup or two later.<br/><br/>He sat down in his computer chair, cup in hand, and began to surf the web. Check on local news, amongst other mind numbing things. He didn't have class until nine and the walk was only fifteen minutes.<br/><br/>He lost track of time for a while, then slowly registered his surroundings again when he heard singing. Salazar blinked his left eye a few times, made sure his eyepatch was on, then left his room. He had to refill his coffee cup anyway.<br/><br/>Salazar stopped in the kitchen entranceway, leaned against the wall, and watched Niko go about in his towel.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, he spoke up, "I'm glad you feel so comfortable that you can forgo society's rules of clothing." He smirked at Niko before walking around him and pouring his fourth cup of coffee. "I'd be sure to put some on before leaving the dorm, while many would appreciate, you would get in trouble."<br/><br/>Salazar left for his room again after his parting remark. Chuckling silently to himself. The kid was cute and had a body, and he may have let his eyes roam. It wouldn't happen though. Mafia and civilian don't mix. The danger usually made it a turn off.