Oh god. No. He cannot do this; he is wet with goo and he can barely manage walking without feeling the need to upchuck. Why is that thing there. Where was his knife? Or any sort of weaponry. He was still looking for his locker; so he didn't need to deal with a fucking Cat Demon of all things. He approaches, alert as he's on his way to the blue lift. His fists clenched to punch just in case things get out of hand. Still; there was that possibility that the person was innocent.

He'll tap Asato on the shoulder, offer a pleasant smile. "Cosplay or Hellspawn?