"Dude, I hope she's prettier than me. You got a mom who looks like a dude, you gotta wonder 'bout that." Beat rolled lazily across the plaza, the wheels clattering over the stones. He shot a glance back and noticed the wings on the kid's back, knowing that he'd probably be here for awhile. It wasn't right, bringing kids in like this. He brought his eyes back forward, swerving around a pile of snow easily with a sway of his hips and knees.

"And it's 'cause my last name's Bitou. Beat's just easier t'say than my first name and it's dumb." He kicked off the ground again, rolling forward a bit more. "But music's pretty rad, so it worked out."