After finally getting into the festival, his intention had been to find food. Splitting from the other's hadn't been too hard, but Flonne had insisted on coming along with him, so they went in search of food. Finally when he'd tracked down the food tent, Laharl had convinced her he'd be fine if she wanted to go do something on her own, or whatever. He wasn't sure she'd listen to him and actually go all that far, but at least now he'd have at least a few minutes to himself. To not have to keep his 'I'm feeling fine!' mask on.

Piling a plate of food and grabbing a cup of some sort of juice or something, Laharl made for the backcorner of the tent, setting his plate down at a spot at the end of a empty table. Letting out a quiet sigh, he sunk down onto the seat and stared for a moment silently at his food. So would he find Larxene here? Was he ready to face her this soon? What would happen if they did? He didn't know the answer to any of these things, but he was going to have to ready himself, because it could happen.

His stomach then rumbled, interupting his thoughts. He was really hungry, and the food looked delicious, so he let go of his worries for now, turning his attention to the food. So Laharl started to eat, doing his best to keep his make-shift cloak around him. He definitely didn't want Larxene or one of the other Organization members to find him now, while he was eating, after all.