he was sneaking around south end, he had just stopped a mugging but nothing to big, his wings twitched uncomfortable lying under his hoodie, he readjusted his face mask that he used to hid his identity from the public, it was going to be a slow night he thought, he sighs, at least he had tubbo if he needed to talk to someone, all he needed to do is press on his ear piece, maybe say a few profanities to get his attention, and then he could talk to Good old bee boy, suddenly he was snapped out of his thought by footsteps coming up behind him on the roof, he turned around