As he walked, Kaite went about affixing what appeared to be a blank wristwatch in the shape of a clear bangle to his right arm. Looking down at the setup, expectantly, he mused a soft 'duh' and slipped a matching ring onto his thumb. Slowing his pace as he neared a corner with the intent to check around it first, the bangle came to life with a series of red lights that grew in hue to green as it wrapped around, disappearing once it completed. With the twitch of his thumb, the hologram of update progress blinked across his arm as well as an options menu.
In their wanderings, Kaite had made the effort to avoid people walking the halls when possible, although it was impossible to predict people coming out of rooms and turning corners. This lead to the inevitable double-takes and whispers between a few passerbys.

[color=f49ac2]Ooh, go for amber. Iz calmink on zeh eyes.[/color]
[color=8882be]Zeh are talkink about me...[/color]
[color=f49ac2]Vaht did zay say!? I'll beat zehm up! Oh vait, mint! Mint![/color]
[color=8882be]I look stupid![/color]
[color=f49ac2]Zeh're jealous~[/color]
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He had no idea what they said, distracted instead by the aroma of a warm meal. Kaite was having trouble remembering when he ate, last, distracted by the idea of what he might find-

[color=1a7b30]"Greetings, Ladies and Gentleman! Hold your applause, because the party has arrived!"[/color]

[color=8882be]...god damn it.[/color]
He'd just worked up an appetite, too. The crude hideousness and generally disturbing behavior of the man whom the machine at the buffet had identified as 'Kessler Brigs' was almost enough to make Kaite consider starvation back in his room. However, the intoxicating allure of the steam which rose from the sneeze guard was too much for the chimera.
The uniform was surprisingly complimenting of his frame, sized perfectly. The long sleeved black top with padded shoulders underneath his own close-fitting black and blue plaid vest. Again, his own personal flair went as far as a black and white bandana which seemed like it had a design on it, although from the way it was folded, it was hard to tell. He had folded the sleeves up to a few inches before his elbows. The vest mostly obscured his beltline where the heads of a few of his axes hung from, holstered around his waist. Black uniform pants tucked into the set boots which accented his size with an extra half an inch to the heel.

Doing his best to ignore the brute's goonish glibness, he grabbed a tray and slid it along, unable to decide. He wasn't a fan of robots, the whole expressionless and cold mindless to their programming made it hard to read, making Kaite very uneasy. "Good evening, Zero-Seven-Three" the server read off, the words making Kaite blush with shock that [i]that[/i] was his name as far as the machine was concerned. "Ehrm, Iz 'Jericho', actually" he tried to correct the machine which stood silently motionless although at the ready. It let out a soft beep before saying, "Does not compute. Please place an order, Zero-Seven-Three."

"Uhh...pierogies? Unt fried onions...aaand von of zoughs hashbrown patties?" he sighed in a defeated tone, just wishing to get his food and try to maybe-
His hope was cut short as Kessler sat across from 'Tas' to continue his display of social disgrace. Kaite's eye twitched, forcing himself to focus on telling the machine 'small' portion and grabbing a bagged bagel from the end of the line as well as a grip of napkins.

Getting settled at the end of the table farthest from Tas, he went about making a sandwich from his order, taking a savory bite and topping it with unsweetened iced tea. It was an odd combination of flavors, although Kaite seemed genuinely delighted by the noodly potatoy thing.
For obvious reasons, he was a bit of a vegetarian seeing as how he'd spent the first year of his life in essentially a slaughterhouse. His only complaint was the lack of sriracha. Despite his dislike of tactless neanderthals like Kessler, a twisted part of him enjoyed disliking people on a level that to any normal individual would make no sense...or would have already started throwing fists. As long as he stayed within earshot and wasn't a part of it, it was little more than having the radio tuned to a shitty station for the purpose of silently criticizing it.