You were walking around town trying to find the nearest Dunkin' Donuts in your adventure to get 80 Boston Creme Filled Donuts. When you got there, The clerk told you that the gentleman who's walking out had just bought the last 80, so you ran over to stop him for whatever reason, maybe to commit theft? Who knows. But there he was... The caramel skin colored 6'4 dude donned in a long black hooded trench coat that had rather billowy sleeves that covered most of his hands when they were outside his pockets, being predominantly black on the outside with silver accents while being a strangely glowing purple on the inside as the coattail ended near his ankles. He wore a simple pair of black jeans that lapped up a bit around his ankles, His feet being adorned with a simple pair of black flip-flop sandals. At his head, his hair was fairly messy and hovered over his left eye, revealing only his right. His hair being almost entirely black, save for a single purple streak located on the edge of the bang that covered his left eye that almost seemed to fluctuate with some form of power and a grand portion of his hair was tied into a large poofy low-hanging ponytail. His half-lidded purple eyes hid behind a pair of frameless black tinted glasses and his smile was one of lackadaisical nature. Though he wore a coat, he was shirtless beneath it which only revealed his build that was not overly muscular, but just lean enough to let them know he was at least physically healthy. He looked down at you lackadaisically while he effortlessly carried all those boxes of donuts

Hmm..? Oh, heya. What's up?