As he secretly walked trough the shadows of the mansion, he had picked up a few flowers from outside and was returning with the pack of daisies, roses and many other's whose names weren't even known by him. Most of them held a similar feat, they were all the color of the night. Pitch black to the petals, with a few other exceptions of white colored ones. Calmly walking, taking a look around not to be seen, he saw a young girl that he hadn't seen before, not like he knew anyone in the mansion at all, but she seemed... Heh, the same, an idiot probably. He secretly watched from his little shadow near a wall, muttering slightly, "Nice clothes...", being careful not to be heard.