Coil was an absolute menace.
He stole crystals right under Blackrock’s nose, took no heed at all to any rules whatsoever, & absolutely didn’t heed to anyone’s words, unless that person berating him was Wolf.
He constantly hung out at the Thieves’ Rest, a little cafe out on the corner of the Crossroads. He absolutely loved to annoy the owner of the cafe, Slingshot—despite that, people often found it hard to decipher whether Coil was either flirting with Slingshot for his long hair or just being a genera nuisance to the poor guy.
Now, Coil was a very cocky guy. Naturally so. He also had a pretty formidable muscular build, which he often flounced on full display thanks to his tank top, boasting primarily to Slingshot how he could lift a truck with no effort, despite there being no concrete evidence of Coil ever doing so.
One morning at the cafe, Coil was chatting up Slingshot all over again, with his iconic sleazy grin written all over his face. He suddenly brought up the topic of his strength, & upon eyeing a particular plate of his favourite pastries sitting on the counter beside him…
He decided he wouldn’t try to steal them this time.
He’d fight Slingshot for them.
“Hey, Sling?” Coil suddenly piped up, resting his elbow on the counter as he smirked over to the cafe owner. “How about I wrestle you for some of those pastries for free over there?”
Coil was already chuckling, ever the smug, because Slingshot definitely wouldn’t be able to hold his own against Coil in an arm wrestle… Right?
Like… the guy totally didn’t have any muscles, which Coil definitely would’ve been able to see, considering how much he stared at him per day.