Snippet #2556365

With an extremely large hotdog gripped tightly in both hands, Nevan Ceren wandered down the night path through the arena outskirts decorative garden, his eyes focused intensely on his food with little to no thought given to absolutely anything or anyone around him - as was his repertoire. Every so often, he opened his jaw as widely as possible and took a bite, causing him to immediately move his body back as sauce fell to the ground.

While chewing, he tried to avoid making a mess on his open-collared red shirt, or his dark, fancy shoes. He seemed quite well dress for someone who was clearly not an ordinary human, as evidenced by the fact it looked as though his head had been cut off and stitched back on, according to the scar around his neck. The red, miscoloured right eye also gave something supernatural about him away and to a lesser extent, so did his sharp maroon hair.

He was so focused on eating that he barely noticed when Lamina came into view. He only stopped to avoid barging into her, at which point he would try to get a good look at the girl's face.

"You look familiar," he greeted.