[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UkEbgIb.png[/img][h2][color=99A7D8]Lucian[/color][/h2][h3][hr]~1430 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[hr][/h3][/center]
Lucian was in his element. Fashion shows were like a second home to him. While he often got lost in his day to day life, the directionally challenged Lucian was able to perfectly navigate any venue. It was as though his compass' north star was the nearest dressing room.

Unlike his compatriots, Lucian was not a literal who within a fashion venue. No, his time on the runway made his face (but more importantly, his body) known to everyone in the fashion world. It wouldn't normally have been an issue, but his death was listed within celebrity magazines almost immediately. Of course, Lucian didn't exactly have the presence of mind to be aware of this fact. No, he was the sort of person to instantly cause a PR disaster on accident.

It was a good thing Lucian also had quickly tuned out Sigrun before she suggested to converse with the industry. No, Lucian had become preoccupied with something quite critical:

Cubes of cheese on toothpicks.

He was busy spiriting the little devils away while nobody was looking.

Frankly, it didn't quite matter if someone was watching. They'd simply see a bit of cheese float into the air and subsequently vanish. Instead, what caused him to keep it secret was the massive guilt about eating something so bad for him. Like a toddler without object permanence, if someone didn't see him eat it, it was like it never happened.

Thankfully, he remained close enough to the rest of the reapers that he could jump in if something happened.