Feng shui...
The idea never occurred to the albino, the suggestion echoing as he closed the door behind the japanese tutor who'd been helping him acclimate to the change of scenery. Looking back, Luciel figured their accommodations were a bit...unrefined. A metal folding chair where a pillow sat upon turned slightly away from their desk where a cactus sat next to his laptop. Given his affinity, it was strange that the only life he'd come to surround himself with was the tsundere of the plant kingdom. To liven things up, he'd strung a small beaded necklace around the main section which was supported by two tiny branches. It was what you did with plants like this or something.
The rest of his flat was nondescript, a futon rolled up and pinned to the wall by a coffee table which sat on its side to give the small room as much of an open feel as possible; however, the means he went about scooting most of his possessions against the walls gave an unsettlingly vacant vibe. Luciel didn't even know what he would do with the majority of the space, though having everything crowding around made him feel a little claustrophobic.

Collapsing back in the folding chair, he eyed his 'friend' on the desk before lifting a finger to absent-mindedly scratch at the thick hide of the plant with a long sigh. In the process, his attire washed with a fluttering amber hue from its previous black sweater and jeans to something resembling a robe which curled at the edges. The gentle waves of autumn colors came to a halt, cracking as the sting of the call came to end Luciel's day off. Canceling his flex, the material tightly bound to his figure before a section washed over his face up to his nose to resemble a scarf tucked into a long coat. He kicked a shoebox out from under the desk, knocking the top off to reveal two flat plates of steel which he rested his toes on before settling his heels on the accompanying blocks of metal. With a popping groan, the snug material around his legs washed over the metal and drew upwards, sectioning off around his calves to resemble laced boots which he lifted out.

In the process of making his way to the door, every step rippled cool colors of teal before settling on simple black for the boots and pants and a plainolive drab for the coat which the black and white plaid scarf tucked into. Lastly, and with a glance to the mirror beside the door, he donned their messenger bag with one hand while running their fingers through the snow white hair which fluttered and feathered as it gained a brunette hue down to the bound section of length many would call a ponytail which hung to the side. 

[color=8882be]"Vee shall...~"[/color] Luciel mused with a light chirp to his tone before exiting his abode, certain his appearance wouldn't draw attention. What? A man...woman? They left an apartment?
Those he knew figured him for a brunette with a taste for big coats, though strangers often shot quizzical glances as if trying to figure him out. Humanity made the hunter grossly uncomfortable, especially being in crowds of them. Thankfully, the herd thinned as he reached the outskirts of their territory. Whether it was due to the flux of spiritual energy or some mix of negative disposition towards the eerie silence, Luciel was never certain. However, he felt oddly at home in the quiet, abandoned streets.

The door to the cafe closed softly behind the bundled figure who stepped into the room with light clicks of metal soles on the floor. With a brush back of their arms to push the coat out of the way while they sat at the bar, the edges of the coat seemed to flex and curl. Drab olive thinned from a mint green to snow white.
Luciel glanced over to Kazuki as they spoke to Ellie, lifting a finger to get the attention of another barista. [color=8882be]"Vahtever iz on tap...ohn zeh rocks"[/color] he cooly requested with an emotionless wink of formality, making the waitress roll her eyes before fetching a glass. While she filled it with water from the sink. It was a small joke that began on his first day and ended up sticking; the glass of water being met with what looked like a crumpled piece of beige paper tossed by Luciel, which quickly sank to the bottom.
Small tendrils rapidly expanded from the paper to lace with the marbles as a stem bolted from the water and swiftly bloomed into a crimson rose whose edge's of the petals faded to an inky black.

She then placed a second glass with a packet of instant iced tea on the counter, exchanging it with Luciel's payment. It was an effort to liven up the place, and he really didn't have the money to blow on fancier drinks.