Kenneth stood in front of the Nox looking out of place. His arms were full with a couple binders. As shirt couldn't seem sit properly on his shuddering shoulders. His clothes in general looked like a poor attempt to look either classy or hip and failing at either. People who saw him sneered in disgust, which seemed to make him cringe. They'd mutter in low angry voices about how they'd come here for the atmosphere or fun and this guy was totally killing the vibe.
Gilroy ignored it as he always did. As much as he could. The whispers were never quite soft enough that he couldn't hear them, even without supernatural ability. He always heard them when he came to the Nox though. Every time he went to court he had to listen to people wonder what someone like him was doing at a place like this. However, he had more important things to do. Like prepare himself to face two other Beasts in close quarters.
He shuffled his folders around to get a look at his watch. They'd be here soon. He forcefully breathed in through his nose.