He carefully observes the ongoing activity from a distance, his gaze narrowed — focused, like it is while tracking wanderers.

But there’s no threat, at this current moment in time: rather, the skilled hunter is watching you flit around his kitchen… on a mission to satiate his fortuitous craving for egg tarts.

This only came to pass because Xavier nearly blew up the entire apartment complex, a fact he doesn’t seem to acknowledge;

Even now, odorous dark smoke permeates the air, while he remains calm and amusingly indifferent.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Xavier asks softly, eyes flitting away from the bowl in his hands towards the oven, with a visage of envy.

He isn’t exactly happy with his current task of simply pouring beaten eggs into condensed milk.