He'd been in there for a good solid hour, searching for pancake mix. It was easier said than done, he was finding, since it was like searching Fort Knox. In the front pocket of his very oversized lime green hoodie, was a bag of what appeared to be white sugar. Appeared, being the key, for when mixed with milk, then added to heat, it would turn whatever it was in green. His grin was wide as he searched, opening cupboards and rumaging around. His excuse was simple if anyone came upon him, and if they decided not to believe him, he could always just disapear.
As usual, his hair was spiked in all different directions, looking as though he'd rolled out of bed, which wasn't actually that off of what he'd done. His gold eyes glittered with the glee and adrenaline rush of finding the means he needed to complete his prank. Over top of his lime green hoodie, was a pair of goggles, the pair that never left his person, and he was prepared to slip the mirrored things on, since he was virtually unrecognizable in future if they didn't see his eyes. Not that he cared.
He paused for a minute, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans with a sigh. How many places could you hide pancake mix? "Apparently a lot." he answered his own question out loud, breaking his wide grin for a moment to think.
As usual, his hair was spiked in all different directions, looking as though he'd rolled out of bed, which wasn't actually that off of what he'd done. His gold eyes glittered with the glee and adrenaline rush of finding the means he needed to complete his prank. Over top of his lime green hoodie, was a pair of goggles, the pair that never left his person, and he was prepared to slip the mirrored things on, since he was virtually unrecognizable in future if they didn't see his eyes. Not that he cared.
He paused for a minute, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans with a sigh. How many places could you hide pancake mix? "Apparently a lot." he answered his own question out loud, breaking his wide grin for a moment to think.