Roman Torchwick / Romidia

Roman waits for her to walk through the doorway before dropping an open pack of confetti on her head. 

She isn’t pleased, the essence flowing through her left arm swiftly engulfing her entire arm, the bandages shedding away from her skin as the massive claw lashed out to swat him aside in annoyance. She won’t kill HIM as of yet…though if he tests her patience, that may change.