His voice was quick and vibrant, like the hum of electricity. His jacket resembled scorched rock, glowing faintly as if it were still cooling from intense heat.

Mercury leaned in with a sly grin, speaking in a rapid-fire rhythm:
"Been keeping up with the heat? The sun’s right there, you know—it keeps me on my toes. Not that I need help staying busy. I’ve got no time for clouds or whatever—bare bones, baby. Efficient. Compact. Just like me."

He tapped his chest confidently, his movements quick and precise, never staying still for long.