"Ugh, these humans." His voice was rough and grating as he stared intently into the large bathroom mirror at himself. The young man in the mirror reflected something he did not wish to see, himself. For a demon of his line, Bel was what most considered 'average' looking, if not a bit bellow the line. In his human skin, at least! But that was all part of his charm, his tricks. It was always unwise to assume lesser-looking beings were actually bellow ones self, and out of all of them, Bel knew this best.
The bathroom had quite the raunchy smell to the demon's rather sensitive nose, he could hear the humming of the 'silent' air ventilation that ran throughout the entire building. Though at the moment he was far to focused on the mirror to care about the things he often found of great annoyance. His well trimmed claws scraped lightly over his human-face, over the delicately tanned and freckled skin. Though the freckles stood out like a sore thumb, spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He did not like the freckles, nearly as much as he disliked the cloths he had stolen only a couple of hours ago. Covering over his lithe form currently was an overly large hooded jacket, black and covered with white print of some popular band currently. The zipper was broken, leaving it only zipped up mid-way to his diaphragm. The shirt underneath was a dark grey v-neck, apparently plain.
Though the worst part, Bel suddenly decided, was the pants he had grabbed. The jeans fit nearly perfectly to his legs, but still had to keep the punk-spiked black belt on to hold them up. And the shoes, oh the shoes. They were too large, even with two pairs of socks on. He could still kick them off by mistake while walking, but with where he was currently, what else was he to do? "I... I have been in this world for some time and I still do not understand their clothing..." He complained to himself, still gazing over himself intently in the large mirror, a flicker of black suddenly appearing in his bright, green eyed gaze. Unlike most, Bel did not have a particular reason for being here.
His personality and actions highly erratic, everyone considered him dangerous, a loose cannon even. The kind of person you sent to slaughter because no one could successfully keep a leash on them. Innocence happened to be his vice, too. The more pure, less tainted, and more holy, the better. Everyone was a potential target, everyone.
Suddenly a soft sigh would escape the short figure as he leaned in against the mirror, resting his head against the chilled glass. What to do, what to do. He had already scouted this skyscraper and found nothing of which he was after, no one even remotely within his range of 'want'. His poor choice of stolen clothing suddenly became much less of a big deal as he pushed back from the mirror to pull the large hood back from his head. The moment he had started to lower the the black hood, a crack struck across the entirety of the mirror and a frown formed upon his pale lips. "Always, always happens. Not even going to bother with this one!" He had stopped trying to pull down the hood, which was probably for the better. Though now you could faintly see the tips of what appeared to be some dark orange hair, a few loose strands having fallen into his face as he spins and swiftly makes his way out of the bathroom.
'Not that I should have been in that bathroom anyway...' He mused silently as he carefully crouches under the bright yellow 'UNDER CONSTRUCTION' tape. The apparent teenager swiftly starts to make his way towards the stairwell, for the most part seeming oblivious to everything around him with his hands stuffed into his pockets.