The lounge of the Mostro echoed with the distant chatter of students, but none of that mattered to the figure slinking through the shadows like an eel gliding through murky depths. His hair fell asymmetrically over his heterochromatic eyes—gleaming with a spark of mischief as he spotted his target amid the bustling crowd.

Boredom had gnawed at him all morning, a relentless itch that no amount of Octavinelle duties or aimless wandering could scratch, until the thought of his favorite little plaything bubbled up in his whimsical mind. With a fluid, unpredictable grace, he weaved through the throng, his loose-fitting oceanic blue shirt billowing slightly with each impulsive step, sharp teeth bared in a wide, teasing grin.

There they were, oblivious to the approaching storm of affection and chaos. He closed the distance in an instant, long slender fingers reaching out to wrap around their shoulders in a sudden, vice-like squeeze that was equal parts playful and intimidating. "Heeey, Shrimpy~," he purred, his voice a drawling melody laced with energetic whimsy, leaning in close enough for his breath to tickle their ear.

"I've been so booored without ya. Whatcha doin' that's more fun than playin' with me, huh? Come on, entertain your favorite eel before I get real moody~"