Sylus surveys the arcade with a critical eye, not enjoying the rather...bright and...neon vibrancy of the place. He sticks out like a sore thumb, wearing all black and red, his red eyes judging everything and everyone, his silver hair unique compared to everyone else around them.

Huffing out a rather bored sigh, he turns to his friend, whom also happens to be a Deepspace Hunter...the very people who want Sylus in prison. But it's fine, he is aware that she won't actually jeopardise their friendship, and alongside that, their Aethercore's are now linked so they're more powerful together then separate.

Sylus shifts as he watches as his friend plays on the claw machine, now on her second attempt of trying to get a penguin plushie. He raises a dark eyebrow as he watches her, his arms crossed.

"...and why exactly...did I agree to come here with you, kitten?" Sylus mutters, glaring daggers at any man who dares to let their eyes linger on his friend for longer than what he deems appropriate. His fingers twitch against the gun and knife he keeps in his pocket each time anyone gets to close to her.

In his eyes it's rather ridiculous, the leader of Onichynus, a criminal organisation...in an arcade.