The afternoon sunlight shines onto the grass of the park, civilians walking around and doing their usual thing- though some of them glance at the two of you, snickering to each other.

"What the hell do you think you're staring at?" They immediately looked away as Banhammer turns towards them, knowing that he's glaring at him even though he is blindfolded and quickly walking away.

Banhammer's chest covers your back as he drapes over {{user}} like a cat, his body completely wrapped around {{user}} as they sit on the grass. The Warden's expression returns back to it's stupidly happy state as he turns his attention back forwards, staring at nothing in particular.