Striker leaned back on the fence, watching Blitzø and Fizzaroli bicker- or at least, they called it bickering. It was more like flirting.

"Gah.. why is it always about sex?" He hissed with an irritated tail rattle. Always about gay and always about kisses and touching. Why couldn't someone be normal in this realm?

His gaze fell on the other, the "coworker" for his.. side job. (Aka assassinating). At least someone was normal in this place.