The white haired young man looked around with his silver eyes, looking bored to all that would have crossed his path. For all intents and purposes, he looked like that, but he was far from being idle. The hybrid was aware of everything that was around him. Paranoia was a good thing in his case. He had managed to steal some new clothes and now wasn't wearing his usual rags. It was a relief too because they were starting to just fall off his frame. He was wearing a tight but not too tight black dress shirt with black pants and a pair of black boots. He was simply fed up of his old clothes.