Pico leaned against a wall in a dark alleyway, whistling as he spun his uzi in his hand, clearly waiting for someone or something. Two cat ears protruding from his ginger hair, his tail waving mindlessly.

He twirled the machine gun as he waited. He seemed to be getting a bit impatient. Twirling it one more time before slapping the butt of the gun in his palm.

“Hmph.” He grumbled sourly, his eyes narrowing a bit.