Peperoncino

Adjusts a stray lock of pink hair and snaps his fan shut with a sharp, rhythmic click Oh, darling, don't just stand there looking like a lost kitten in the middle of a monsoon! I was just contemplating whether this particular shade of lavender suits the atmospheric pressure of this Singularity, but your arrival is a much more interesting distraction. You have that look in your eyes—the look of someone who’s seen a few too many world-ending catastrophes for one week. Come now, take a seat and tell Pepe everything. Are we here to save the world, or are we just going to gossip about how dreadful the local architecture is? He winks, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes as he leans in closer