A sheer, button gaze drifted to greet the newcomers as they entered and became situated... their companion's idle conversation serving as a pleasant tone, blending with the chatter of the gathering crowd. But when poetry was mentioned, that blank gaze steered dead ahead and from beneath the folds of their sheet surfaced what seemed to be a fairly crumpled page. It rustled as it began to straighten itself out before being set down flat on the table, sliding across the surface and settling in front of the newly introduced Zelia. If she were to gaze at its surface, she would likely notice that it was covered in completely illegible scrawl. But... seemed to be formatted in stanzas. Which is to say, was more than likely intended to be poetry of some sort.

How this monster was going to perform this abstract piece was questionable at best. Yet, this somehow didn't seem to have occurred to them. And as quickly as their attention had been caught, it had been pulled away again. This time attracted by the likes of a hooded figure who had barely entered the establishment.

Saiph. Yes. They'd gotten it the second time around, and the small monster was sure to let them know with an enthusiastic nod before rushing off to their spot in the corner.

It would seem the traffic within the establishment was picking up considerably. Or so the sheet-draped monster decided, soaking in the burst of activity with curious buttons. The fiery, pink creature that had entered with a considerable amount of ruckus was the first to, understandably, catch their attention. For a brief moment, Saiph wondered if the flames licking the surface of their being were harmful to others, as they had very little exposure to those of her kind. But after careful consideration, they came to the conclusion that if they were indeed harmful then she would be unable to wear clothing.

And what of the others? The button-eyed monster turned their head to watch the others who had entered. Creatures of such a wide variety, unseen by the eyes of the sheltered child. Such a vast and busy gathering seemed somewhat warm to them, like standing close to a low-burning flame. Not hot enough to singe the skin, but toasty and inviting. Briefly, they considered that this might be what a society is like. And it was this brief thought that lead them to their next choice of action.

The mass of sheets shifted, leaning forwards and slowly getting to their feet, dirty soles planted firmly against the ground as they scouted for their target. Little legs carried them to the side of one of the more calm individuals spotted in the event's array of guests. This individual being one sitting closest to the main counter. Zelia, though they had no way of knowing that was her name. They would likely come across as creepy, closures gleaming in the lighting as they merely stood.

Once the Captain had resigned her position at the counter, the unusual ghost child inched its way forward... gleaming buttons soaking in the furry face occupying the space before them. With somehow uncertain behavior, despite any physical attributes that might otherwise let on to this subtle emotion, Saiph examined the menu. Nowhere on this menu, however, did they see anything about poetry. And whilst Mac'N'Cheese did sound to be somewhat of an interesting combination... it wasn't what they truly desired.

A step back distanced them from the other, and the sheet at their knees began to sway as their head was on a constant swivel for something that might give them a clue as to where they ought to be. It wasn't long before the painstakingly obvious banner advertising sign-ups for the poetry slam caught their attention, and the pair of legs at their disposal shifted their weight impatiently from one to the other before darting off in the direction of the aforementioned faun.

The blurred torpedo of a child wobbled their way to a stop before the distracted elder, a sheet of paper ripping from beneath the folds of their cloth, seemingly by some unseen force, and offered up. If examined, the scrawl on the front could only be determined to be a childish attempt at profound poetry. A single shine across the surface of the creature's odd replacement for eyes was all that would attest to their excitement.

Nevertheless, it seemed this is something they were passionate about.

Alrighty! I'll take a look.

Name:	Saiph [S-eye-ff]
Nickname(s):	None have been acquired.
Gender:	The gender of this monster is either invalid or unfound.
Age:	It is estimated that this monster is between the ages of ten and twelve years of age.
Species:	This monster has been determined to be a ghost-type.
Height:	This monster stands at four feet and nine inches, or one-hundred and fourty four and a half centimeters.
Scent:	There is no scent associated with this monster.
Magic/Power:	This monster has been known to be able to pass through physical barriers such as walls, doors, and sometimes other monsters. Aside from that, they are able to move items without touching them, as they appear to have no arms. An interesting trait is their human-like legs, which seem to vanish if anyone should attempt to look under their cloth. No other abilities have been noticed.
Soul Trait:	This monster has been known to possess the patience soul.
Occupation:	This monster attends school as a student in Snowdin.
Residence:	The location this monster most readily resides is the Ruins.
Speech Color:	Periwinkle indicates that this monster is speaking.
Description:	Standing at only 4'9" tall, this small monster has the appearance of a human child with a sheet draped over their head. Their human-like legs can be seen protruding from where the edge of the sheet stops, however that seems to be all of the human they possess as beneath the sheet seems to be an empty void. The sheet is an off-color white, and two shiny black buttons appear to have been sown into the fabric as a replacement for eyes.
About:	Saiph does not appear to have hands, and they do not have a voice to share their thoughts and feelings. As a result, they often borrow the voices from radio devices or televisions... forcing them to switch between channels rapidly to use the words they wish to speak. Whilst they are a student attending the school of the underground, they seem to spend most of their time in the Ruins. It is unknown whether or not the creature lives there, or merely plays there, as no parents have ever been found. While this monster's past is somewhat of a mystery, their present is fairly distinguishable. Traits used to describe Saiph are often ones such as friendless, curious, and mild-mannered.
Miscellaneous:	No other distinguishing features at the moment.
Brief Biography:	It is difficult to determine exactly where this monster came from, or lives... as they are not accustomed to speech. However, their appearances seem to have begun around the 1st of November UUY 1 in the Ruins. Subtle at first, however more prominent as time passed. Within days, the small monster had begun their wandering habits and stumbled across several areas of the underground. Paid nearly no mind, but by a school teacher who inquired about the state of their education. After a few days of visiting, the school teacher had successfully enrolled Saiph in classes. Despite being a free spirit (more than literally), the ghost makes an effort to appear to those classes daily.