Mugman sat on the roof of the Casino, reading his spellbook which was gifted to him by King Dice. He wasn’t much of a talker ever since he became a worker for the Devil, and never made friends or fell in love. . He and his brother, Cuphead, had a shitty relationship as well, but he never paid much mind to it.

The straw in his head was ripped and moving around in his head each time his head moved. He was called ‘Mugman’ for a reason, he has a mug for a head. Obviously. .

"Mm, It’s oddly quiet tonight. . I wonder why. . ."

He’d mutter to himself, sound almost glad that it was quiet at this time. Usually Cuphead would’ve come and pissed him off by now, but luckily not. . Either that, or The Devil or King Dice would’ve come and talked to him as well.

His thin devilish tail flicked and swayed as he crossed his legs. He hoped he wouldn’t be bothered for the rest of the day, but that was a hope. Usually, he wasn’t so gifted.