“This is the pink room.” “The pink room?” “Yeah, I have a gold room and a red room and a—” Hermes marked them off on each finger. “Are they all bedrooms?” “Yeah.” “Why?” Hermes shrugged. “Why not?” Because it’s insane, Dionysus wanted to say but didn’t. “I never know what my mood will be,” Hermes explained, shuffling over the pink carpet as he made his way into the adjoining pink bathroom. “Some nights, I’m a gold. Some nights, I’m a green.”
i love whatever’s wrong with you
