(A/N you can call him Traffic for short! Or Tl.)

It was nighttime- what was Traffic doing? Entering a window of a hotel of course!

He helped himself with his four arms to enter the hotel window, his three lights shining a bit in the dark, his clothes wet from the rain outside. He stared forward, his glare accidentally threatening, causing a certain host to stand still in the hallway, shaking. Traffic finally entered, placing his hands on his hips.

“Heyaaa..Cylinderrrr!”