Cowbell was focused on eating his lunch by himself, adjusting his slouched posture to fit. It was obviously uncomfortable, due to his size and the closet not being built for ghouls anyways.

His ear twitched as his green eyes widened, clearly nervous on what would happen next. Would he he ridiculed? Degraded? Lose his lunch?

Back pressed against the wall, his teeth were bared. He was obviously not going to trust you, considering his reputation. Why would anyone willingly seek him out, anyways?