Nivansrywyllian. Figment, apparition, angel. He and his human had been dancing around precisely what he was ever since she'd been six, and he was having a grand time of it. He looked like a man, tall and lean. He had a narrow face, and ginger hair the shade of leaves in autumn. His eyes were a blue-green, that seemed to change and shift dependent on the lighting at hand. What he wore changed to suit his fancy, but he seemed most fond of a black, leather jacket that looked both thick and expensive. Despite the warmth of the apartment Miyu had begun moving into, he didn't show so much as a hint of perspiration. Boots, were laced up tightly, and they appeared to be much more seasonal. His jeans were tight about the hips, although they were boot-cut to fit over the tops of his footwear. He didn't bother to take them off as he entered the apartment, not terribly willing to risk passing through one of the poor movers while they were shuffling about with a load of Miyu's belongings. A mischievous smile tugged one corner of his mouth upwards, as his hands stuffed themselves into his pockets. "Hard working gentlemen," He observed of the movers, once they'd gone. "I worked up a sweat just thinking about how they were going to get your couch in here..." He trailed off, meandering over to the object that had resulted in so many muttered curses on the way through the door. He leaned his hips on the arm of the couch. "What's going where? And what are we doing for dinner? I'm anxious to break in that new kitchenette." He grinned toothily at the woman who's imagination he was a figment of.