Bubblegum + Tango for the ask game :eyes:
Tango leaned back, thumbs slung through his belt loops, and chewed loudly. He raised an eyebrow behind crystalline pink glasses, shaped, of course, as twin hearts. Pursing his lips, he blew an obnoxious pink bubble, taking his sweet time inflating it until it inevitably popped. He exhaled through his nose. "Can I... Help you?"
"Oh, brother," Grian said. Then he squinted, and a metaphorical lightbulb pinged above his ratty, washed-out beanie. "Hold on. Say, Tango... How would you like to be a receptionist at the permit office?"













