[attr="class","chrds"]While Parfait was not the lightest sleeper around, he was certainly not the heaviest, either. So it stood to reason that the sudden increase in commotion would stir the man from his slumber, the lids of his eyes fluttering open to reveal only the shadow of his current hiding spot. Encased on all sides within walls of fabric, he could only hear voices talking closely at an angle slightly higher than from whence he sat up, stretching both arms as a means to shake off the weariness before he raised the long tablecloth that had sheltered him and crawled out...

From underneath the stall of monster delicacies.

Right away, the light-haired male was able to see three pairs of legs standing just in front of the booth, in the midst of what sounded to be heated discussion over emos and tasting. His mental processes immediately screened out the former of the two for the latter, his eyes drifting upward to better see this company. Whether they had taken notice of his sudden appearance yet or not, as though his origins were of no question whatsoever he would leisurely rise to his feet to arbitrarily become a fourth member (he couldn't leave without intersecting paths, anyways), dusting off his snowy cloak.

"Wascha doing, eating?" Sleepily, he came to a conclusion on his own, and without even giving the opening to respond, added with but a contradictory thumbs up and deadpanned face, "I'm in. How could I miss out on this fine d-eye-ning?" Having barely any previous context to know that two of the three had already declined the eyeball kebab the cat was offering, Parfait urged an unspoken refusal to let anyone skimp out on the experience, "There are four of those and four of us, ja? One for everyone—it works out."