Caeruleus scrunches his face as he hovers on the perimeter of the group, not quite in it but more adjacent to it. He scans the frame of the pizza eating lizard man.
He sighs. He waves half heartedly while clutching everything he brought today.
“Um I... I am Caeruleus. me... all kinds of Caeruleus over here...”

Cearuleus smiles like it’s something he’s practicing as he takes the address from the elf.
“Sweet...cheers... fab, yeah.., OH, how do I find... “ he pokes around the contents of his packet, “...a rooooom... my rum, my room? So I can put...” He strums his fingers on his mandolin case, “ y’know, stuffff?”

Cearuleus floated through the bustling clusters of students and such. His head down and his arms hugging his mandolin case, he peered through his poorly dyed black and gold bangs. He was rigged, and anytime he moved it seemed more like a flinch. His baggy black cardigan was making him sweat, adding to his nervous appearance.
“excuse me.... pardon me....pardon... sorry, so sorry...” he’d mumble just around an audible level. His glowing eyes would catch sight of any face looking back, and then dart away like a spooked rabbit. He hurried through to the tents.
He stood in line, chewing the black polish off the skin around his nails. He’d sigh and bite his lip. He’d hum until it got noticeably loud and he felt like people were staring at him.
Finally he was at the front of the line.
“yeah...cheers, hey, hi...yeah i’m supposed to...yeah my name.. i am cearuleus... I need to, um.., there should be... for me... right?”