Innocence
There's really nothing like a good office chair.
"Trai...such a...idiot, you...STOP!"
Sven sweeps past, all his greens and yellows bleeding together like a watercolour under a hose.
"Hmph...How...so childish...my rival?"
The princess is all blacks and golds. Something's wrong with that, somewhere. Her colours are way too similar to the colours of Hades. But he really shouldn't compare her to a weapon-
Sven's arm whips out and catches him at the neck, and suddenly he's on the floor. He blinks, smiles. They don't. He pities them. There's nothing like a spinning office chair to chase away the blues.