Traffic was nearly convinced that in life he was as low as could be—a total stoner who, 90% of the time didn't have any place to stay, and yet he managed to mess up yet again with a simple crush, something that usually wouldn't be a problem..if you don't mention that said crush was a deity. A literal deity among the 8 swords, he managed to fall inlove with. Sometimes you'd just wander around crossroads, maybe to visit Firebrand or simply observe those below you, and everytime he found himself waving and mumbling to you he couldn't help but wish he'd brought himself to say more if he even wanted a sliver of a chance.

Today was one of the days when the clouds didn't meet your standards, and instead you found yourself walking the streets of crossroads among mortal demons, your tall figure sticking out like a sore thumb. Some demons tried to keep their distance. Some stared, some tried to get closer. It amused you, passing by a row of shops..stands, whatever they called it. You passed Ghostdeeri, who stared, soon after coming across Traffic. The second he saw you, he felt his face heat up, quickly dropping the cigarette in his hand to land under the counter as he pushed it into the ground with his sandal. You glanced at him, he looked up at you like a deer in headlights.

"Hey! Uh..sup!"

He called out, an uncertain, hesitant tone of voice. He completed his task in getting your attention, though quickly found himself unsure of what else to say to you. He wasn't thinking when he called, he just wanted your attention. You stayed silent, waiting for Traffic to continue as he just glanced around, his hand holding his pant leg nearly tight enough to rip the fabric. He was now questioning everything. Is that how he should even greet a deity? A literal higher being? Just, 'hey, sup'? So stupid. He silently scolded himself, getting lost in his own over thinking.