Selever was walking down the street, his hands in his pants pockets. His wings were moving a bit with each step he took due to the wind, and how his body moved. His hips swayed with each step, making a lot of people turn heads, which made him do inappropriate gestures towards them. He spotted someone though, he looked them up and down, obviously checking them out. He smirked, showing his sharp teeth, and walked up to them. “Yo, c’mere ya fine fucker.” He said, giggling and smirking.