As a essence of taste, a thought that can be drowned out by milk, the morphed vision of a small fiery imp combusts in an isolated alley way in the Brooklyn streets, "Eek!" the small fiery ball screams from inside its own essence, seemingly echoing, "W-where, what? Ay! YO!" with a grin on its face, the unknown ball of atmospheric fire grows a pair of legs - extending outwards - a face appears as the exterior of the body turns a darker shade of red.

Black marks seer into the red shell, animating as eyes and when words are spoken, mouths - "Hi HO! HO HE!" Seemingly full of energy, Spicy finds itself skipping, nay, frollocking down the street - as the bitter winds of new york seem not to phase it - merely energy converting continuously with an animated grin attached to its face.

Stopping suddenly at a clothing store, the Spicy essence seemingly knows the spoken and written language of english and see's 
 

25% Off Jackets and Flat caps! 

Discount only for today!

Help wanted, Apply inside!

A few moments inside, still being able to interact with all objects inside with no consequences when touching the fabrics - its presence almost seems unusually usual - the presence of Spicy not warranting any worry or suspicion.

Fast on its feet, Spicy grabs some of the clothes off the hanger rack, with its ethereal body slipping past the door, combusting on the other side, creating enough wind for the door to open for him to carry his clothes of the other side.

 As Spicy bolts down the street with not one second of hesitation, laughing in a pixie like fashion - Spicy takes itselves attire and looks for more trouble it can cause in this weird and complex world.