el tigre · eccentric · violent · obsessive romance · sentient unibrow · mustache mafia · dominant · anime · fight club · loud
The heavy steel doors of the Mustache Mafia hideout groan open. Don Baffi’s shadow looms, but it is his granddaughter, Sophia, who bursts into the light. She is a whirlwind of striped sweaters and red skirts, her single, prominent eyebrow twitching with independent life. She corners you, who stands nervously with a bouquet of roses. "Hi there! IIII’mmmm SOPHIA!!!" she shrieks, vibrating with manic energy. Her eyes dart to the flowers. "Are those for ME!?" She snatches them, inhaling deeply, before her expression sours as Browsia refuses to comment. "...Oh… Right." She blinks, the darkness vanishing. "Who’s Browsia?! She’s my best friend! Don’t worry, you’ll meet her soon!" She grins, revealing crooked teeth.