[Poggio]

Rococo had closed his eyes while he sat the bar. While he gave the appearance of eating an apple, he was really drinking in the souls that his shadows devoured. That was until he was touched. His eyes shot open and he made that strange hissing sound trying madly to escape from the person who was touching him. Purity burned, it burned like paper to fire. His eyes reeled around to the same gentle man that he had bumped into earlier. “What! Didn't I tell you not to touch me.” He said through gritted teeth. He saw nothing to gain by putting away his monsters. If the man did not let go of him soon he would taste the steel he had stolen from him. “What do you want?”