A hard day working on a roof under the summer sun was exactly how Meliodas envisioned he should spend his time. With shingle in hand he firmly positioned it next to the previously secured one, making sure the edges were flush with each other before he proceeded to secure it.

Idly he passed a hand across his brow, wiping a bit of sweat from it, when his gaze had no sooner been led to a single passerby on the ground below. Whether his eyes were truly deceiving him was a matter for another time; regardless, for now, he was certain that he knew this person and he couldn’t simply let them pass without at least having acknowledged them.

    BEATING DOWN ON the water in a steady heartbeat: The Sun, feat. the Bass, the muted sounds of EDM. He lowers his glasses. He's washed away the feeling with the sea, the eyeburn with the sun-- the ringing with the music, he hopes. He needs. Besides, his tan has already been rejuvinated.

    A good time. Something he hasn't witnessed in weeks. He grooves with the rest, blending in instead of sticking out-- yes, it's strange, not being noticed in a crowd like this, but at least he can relax in peace.

    Relax, that is, until he bumps another man on the back. If people were to assume--

A cute sand castle decorated in seashells surrounding by a small moat catches the eye of a wandering passerby. Before he could get a closer look, a man clad in ridiculous armor approaches.