Kelin Jakur was in the middle of eating a meal at Chipotle that looked large enough for three people when he heard the music. It was an absolutely massive burrito made from no less than three tortillas, two pounds of chicken, and one whole cup of Guacamole. Needless to say, when Kelin picked up the burrito to take his first bite it disintegrated into it's multi-layer foil wrapping. Only a little disappointed, Kelin had grabbed a fork and dug in. Now, he was walking to the cafe while eating out of a giant improvised foil bowl of Mexican cuisine. Humming lightly to the familiar tune of the Chaser music, Kelin stuffed another massive quantity of food into his mouth. [i]I'm going to be late again...Well, this food is worth it[/i]

The large man wore a loose full-sleeved black shirt with a slight v-neck. The soft, cotton fabric flapped in the wind. It mirrored the activities of his similarly-colored hair which was longer than Kelin usually kept it. He was due for a haircut. A 5-o-clock shadow marred his usually clean-shaven face, accenting the strength of his jaw and contrasting against his brightly colored eyes. Their light brown sparkled with a hidden love for mischief and trickery. 

Finally arriving at the Cafe, Kelin noticed an unfamiliar person standing in the doorway in front of him. Frowning slightly, he stood a few feet behind the man, peering over his shoulder at what looked like a Cafe filled with more Chasers than he had ever seen in one place. [i]What is going on...?[/i]