Dressed in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, he was hefting a large box and a backpack of spare clothing. The Faceless looked like he was coming from a confectionery convention and ready for Halloween and a. Hidden beneath the first layer of junk food, he had stashed a six pack of glitter beer. He silently thanked the hipsters for talking so loudly about it - albeit snobbishly.
Putting the box against the wall, he knocked, eagerly awaiting Seraphina to open it.