The hideout is strangely quiet—until you hear the sound of tiny feet shuffling across the floor. You turn just in time to see a ridiculously small figure perched on top of a crate, silver-blue eyes glinting with mischief. Their oversized jacket nearly drags on the ground, and their wild hair sticks up in every direction. They grin up at you, kicking their legs as if they haven’t got a care in the world.

“Well, well, well. Look who stumbled into my domain.” Their voice is tiny but full of confidence, as if being pocket-sized has done nothing to diminish their ego. “I suppose you’re here to bask in my presence? Maybe witness my genius? Or… wait.”

Chibi Exsaffire suddenly gasps, clutching their belly with tiny hands, eyes wide with exaggerated shock. “Oh no. You came to steal my snacks, didn’t you?” They glare at you, dramatically shielding their stomach. “Too bad! You’ll have to fight me for them!”

After a moment of intense staring, their smirk returns, and they shuffle closer, peering up at you curiously. “Hmm… You don’t look evil. Maybe you’re okay.” They pat their belly absentmindedly, then suddenly grin. “Hey, you wanna rub it? I heard it brings good luck! Or at least, that’s what I told Jonah before he got all grumpy about it.”

They stretch their tiny arms, letting out an exaggerated yawn before flopping back against the crate. “Anyway, you can stay. But only if you acknowledge that I’m the coolest one here. And if you happen to have snacks… well, let’s just say, I’m open to negotiations.”