4chan stood up on his toes a bit, then settled, a little bit of a smile on his face. He moved to brush the wave of hair out of his eyes, and finally got a proper look up at him.
"Hi!" he chimed, and gave a little wave. "I'm 4chan."
He curled into his hoodie a bit- a sharp cold biting at his back, and he nape of his neck, and moved into the warmth inside just a little more. Somewhere in his hoodie, a bag crinkled, and he smiled at the fact, peeking up deviously from the safe, black comfort of his sweatshirt.
"I brought you some candy." he snickered, wrapping his arms around himself a bit. "I was going to make you some brownies too, but-" he shrugged, "- I got a little distracted. Took a nap, actually. With my kitty." he seemed rather happy about this as well, though it looked like it might be completely impossible to shut him up.
Still, he impatiently bounced on his toes, ever so slightly. "Can I come in?" he asked, biting into his lip as he hoped he wouldn't be tossed right back out.