A little after the sun had gone down, Nupac rose from the blankets and pillows he had sprawled across his bed. He didn't prefer his human form, but it was easier to pass among the creatures here if he was not a seven foot tall Aztec dog with five hands. The male padded through his bedroom, slipping through his door and into the hallway of his small studio apartment. Tonight was his first day interning at the museum. Part of him was excited, it was his passion as an archivist. Yet... there was always that cloud of anxiety in his mind. Worry that he would hurt someone, worry that someone would hurt him. Nupac ought to know better, the island was a safe place for the most part, and during his whole time here he'd never experienced anything frightening that wasn't the typical nightmare. He was safe here and the rational part of his mind knew this, but the fear always lingered.
Starting up his coffee pot he pushed that anxiety to the back of his mind, going back to his bedroom and find something appropriate to wear. Slacks and a button-up would do. Nupac pulled the garments from his closet, grabbing a belt and some leather shoes before he turned and headed to the bathroom. Slipping out of his sleep-pants, the male got into a hot shower, since it was custom for humans to clean themselves before important events. It had taken Nupac some time when he was younger to learn human culture. But it was necessary that he did so, to blend it, to keep himself safe. Nupac washed his long black hair before stepping out of the hot water and regretting it as he entered the cold air of the bathroom. Nupac blinked at his foggy reflection in the mirror. Letting out a low sigh he steeled himself for the day, trying to remember that he was not a monster.
It took several more minutes for Nupac to finish getting ready, blow drying his hair and pulling it into a tight braid at his back, then grabbing some coffee and toast as he got dressed. Then it was a quick check of his abode before grabbing his coat and leaving. Nupac didn't have a car of his own, so he hailed a taxi and headed downtown towards the museum. Once they arrived he felt a rush of excitement enter him, causing him to bound quickly up the steps and into the museum lobby. Making his way to the desk he remembered felt something rise in the back of his throat at the female receptionist. The guttural feeling reminded him of his hunger, but he pushed it down, causing the excitement to fade to be replaced by his usual reserved aura.
Approaching the desk he lifted one side of his lips into a very soft but polite smile, " Hello, I am Nupac Atlzuma, I am the new night intern starting today."
