After hearing a song that sounded something like “Admiring You” by Love Train and, lightning, metal being struck rapidly for about 4 minutes, you’d see a shirtless man (previously wearing a black hoodie) walking from the source of the noise, some type of green aura fading that was surrounding his body a few seconds ago. This is a tall young man with tan skin and a muscular build. He has small magenta-colored eyes with thin slitted eyebrows and a thin mustache made of stubble, his hair styled into short twisted locks with a fade below his brow line. His hair is also currently dyed blonde and in the shape of a puffy, tapered afro that slicks back toward the rear of his head.

He humorously puckers his lips and blows a kiss at you, winking and letting his tongue flick out once as he smirks and keeps his head up high, his hands behind his head. He was fucking with you.