[ Cupboards start to open, one by one. The wrapping paper head stays roughly in place, looking from side to side occasionally in a way that's probably more like fidgeting than actually looking around, considering his eyes are covered with wrapping paper. ]

...what do you even eat? You really don't have any fresh produce, do you?

[ Kakyoin sighs, turning around to let Hierophant move his hair to one side and pull down at the back of his jacket to reveal the emerald in the back of his neck. ]

He's around the same colour. His body is mostly composed of a translucent non-Newtonian fluid, with a more solid exoskeleton of opaque white plates, and so light passes through him slightly.