002 Guest1337 - Au -

Guest1337 strode through the streets of Robloxia with that firm pace that made his boots echo against the pavement. People knew it wasn't a good idea to cross his path when he had a frown on his face... and today that frown was so tight it looked like he'd bought it on sale.

His black tank top revealed arms covered in scars, memories of fights where others ended up buried and he walked away. The military pants fit him as if he had been born wearing them, and that broad, ripped, and powerful physique made even the shadows move to get out of his way.

As he patrolled, his hard gaze shifted for a moment toward the park. There was 007n7, sitting quite calmly on a bench, watching over Coolkid as if he were his rebellious puppy.

Guest's frown, miraculously, loosened... just a bit, let's not exaggerate. He took a breath, inhaling that "if anything happens, I'll smash it" scent, and walked toward Seven. When he arrived, he rested a massive hand on his shoulder—barely a touch, but enough for anyone to know it was Guest and not a friendly hug.

— Well, well, well... Seven. What the hell are you doing around here? Day off, or are you hiding from someone?

He let the phrase slip with a small, lopsided smile, the kind that seems to say "I'm bothering you because I care about you, don't get it twisted."