A hefty man if I’m to be kind and correct. He wears sweats–perhaps because his pants no longer fit, or motivation to contribute to society has been lost. His messy hair and scraggly beard–neither growing with any order it would seem–would support the latter. However, paint stains on his attire would signify some sort of employment, unless he spent little of his vast free time decorating a nursery for his newest addition. He’s a baby-face in an adult life introducing a newborn to legacy.
His partner is a manly woman who may have forced the issue to procreate, similar to her neon streaks forcing the punk revolution into a snobbish, egotistical figure not fit for the task, rather just the look.
Both could be respectable if they were less conceded, but for now they remain an example to be tolerated instead of stressed-over.