Calais breathed easily. This... This was his kind of place. A park... He wasn't even aware Konoha had one. Sure, he didn't get out much, but... How could have he missed this? He'd dash out of the village most of the free time he had, just to get the among the fresh air of the countryside. Now he didn't even need to leave. It was by fate this mission caught his eye, his finances currently running low... Well really, they were nonexistant, as it was. He wasn't much for low caliber missions. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, normally. Not that he thought the assignments were beneath him... But rather he preferred silent action. That came from the very large part of him that thought like an assassin. Moving cargo, chasing cats... They were simple things that didn't benefit his line of work at all. It was a very rare moment when an assassin came to bare something large, and as for chasing...

Cal's eyes flashed as the thought ran through his head, the iris taking on the neon orange and pink colors with a black, feline-esque slit through the pupil that was his Kekkai Genkai. No, chasing would never be a problem. Sure, at his level, he couldn't discern the different chakra signatures. Ah, but if he even got the "cat" in his site for a second, the hunt would be on. And Calais was a very, very good tracker.

The Genin chuckled dryly at his own joke, his mouth turned up fractionally at the sides. His eyes faded back to their normal, inquisitive red. That explained why he didn't take many missions. The true assassination missions were very high ranking, the ones he couldn't get to yet. However... Everyone needed money, and as Calais didn't really fathom getting an actual job while he was fresh out of the academy, he had no choice but to do very un-assassin-like things often. Like... Cleaning this park. This one was a stroke of luck, at least. He loved it. He actually enjoyed what he had been doing for the last half hour or so- Picking up the liter around the area, tending to the plants, even now, working on a rickety old bench.

His body gleaned with sweat, his brow was furrowed, and he had taken off the black jacket he was wearing despite the chill in the air. His face was flushed, but his eyes shown with giddy light. Not only was he alone with his thoughts, he was around what he loved the most- Almost pure nature. He even hummed to himself at one point. No, nothing wrong here. Though... He wouldn't mind doing what he was built to to the people trashing the area he now inhabited. Messing with nature... Ah, that was something Calais obviously didn't stand for. Still...

This was the most happiness he had felt in awhile. The most at home. It must be odd, he figured, to feel at home among a field of man-grown flowers and occasional candy wrappers. He couldn't help himself. The busy smell of the village was in this area, the scent exactly what you would smell outside the city limits. He caught himself closing his eyes and merely inhaling numerous times. At last, his hands covered in grease and tools scattered around him, Calais stood up and admired his work. An hour in total, this had taken. Too fast. He was almost sad, but he had a deadline, and he needed to turn the mission in and collect his pay. The bench sat tall and proud, looking as good as new.

Calais smiled, hefting up a bag of trash and the box holding his tools. He had found a nice place, indeed. He would be back. The smile lasted a second longer as he turned and walked out of the territory of the park, before fading back to his normal, calm mask of an expression.