Andrew 
Cameos: Alexis, Marie, Exo, Kimiko

Capello grinned and quirked one brow. The boy sucked at faking emotion, a good trait to have for someone who wanted to be honest, a bad one if they intended on not being honest. Fortunately, Capello didn't take it personally. He was used to having his reputation precede him, and even more used to being mistrusted to the point of rudeness. The boy seemed on edge and feigning politeness. Better than most, he supposed.

"It's okay, you don't need to force yourself on my account. I take it you've heard of me, judging by how tense you got when I said my name Mr. Buk."

The fox leaned back as voices hit his ears, checking down the hall. Marie, Exo, and another newcomer. Capello pointed down the hall, smiling at Andrew with a slight tilt to his head. Despite popular conceptions, the liar wasn't one to force others into his company for extended periods of time. This did cause a lot of questions about his motives though. He shook it from his mind as he spoke.

"Kitchen's that way. I highly recommend that whatever you decide to eat, you make it with your own hands. No matter how good it may look. Marie is the sweetest little thing, so avoid hurting her feelings if you can. Plus it lessens the chance that she'll push your face through the wall."

The fox started to evaporate from the feet up, then gave Andrew a deadly serious look.

"Seriously. Fear the cookie."

And with a puff, the fox had disappeared from sight, his real form padding down the hallway to the bar. No one would be there this early, and it would give him some time to think over the new descendants, possibly even choose one to offer himself to. Odds are it'd be like every other time though. He would take the straggler, being unwanted due to his reputation, easily spread through word of mouth, specifically Hime-chan's grumblings. The girl had trust issues, Capello could understand that much, even empathize with it. Still, didn't make it any less frustrating to have those looks cast at him all the time. The fox nudged the door open, the dim lights somewhat soothing to him. Anything that helped hide his presence just helped keep him calm. He was too large for the leather couches that were sprawled around, so instead he simply curled his massive form on the ground, and despite his better judgement, opted against an illusion to hide his form. The great white fox lay in the middle of the dim bar, eyes shut in concentration as his ears flicked back and forth for any sounds of approaching individuals.