Theodore
Theodore seemed to gaze the sky behind Shinobu in an aloof manner. He seemed distracted, lazy, yet it was hard to tell what exactly was he thinking. It's like those dead fish eyes of his didn't think at al, and that impassive stoic face of his did not flinch even a muscle.
As soon as the donut was about to reach her mouth, it slipped trough her fingers before landing back in the basket.
"I'm just a normal, average, run of the mill, ordinary, typical, average, unexceptional, run-of-the-mill human. But you can call me Theodore." He finally answered, almost out of boredom.
He didn't sound like he was lying, but neither did he sound genuine. That man... just what was he?