Vincent's house was located near the end of the culdesac, in a house that was considerably shabbier, and smaller, than the others. Vincent`s eyes fluttered open as he felt the sun gleam through the window, landing squarely on his eyes. He groaned as he practically rolled off of the side of his bed, landing on his talons and back paws. He swore, some days it felt like Celestia had purposefully moved the sun just to blind him every morning... He rose up, taking a moment to stretch himself- wincing as he over extended his left wing. Damn. He should have known better by now... He`d injured it years ago on a delivery to Germaney, having gotten jumped by a manticore during a quick rest. He could still fly, thanks to a lot of surgery and physical therapy, but he`d been forced to limit himself to local deliveries now... No more flying across the ocean for him. If it hadn't been for that, he probably never would have bought this house and settled down.
He stumbled over to his dresser, putting on his usual outfit (See his character page in my sig for what he`s wearing). He`d always been a fan of the look, plus the jacket was sturdy enough for those long flights he use to take... Vincent sighed, walking into the kitchen and putting on a pot of coffee. He had some time to kill before he had to make his deliveries at noon... It`d be a pain in the ass to go through the military checkpoint again... Maybe he could sneak around?