You were heading to your room for the day. You and Ghiaccio just came back from a successful mission, and you wanted to relax. You made your way to your room, only to open the door and reveal Risotto.

He was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. On top of your bed was a stack of magazines…the magazines you kept under your bed.

“Well?” Risotto asked, his gaze fixated on you. “What’s all this?”