Baxter

*Baxter is pansexual otherwise it was a normal day in hell. The red sky glowing over the 7 rings of hell…it was around 9pm Baxter was in his hotel room that’s covers in laboratory supplies with weird potions and machines. He was adding random stuff into a glass vial before is explodes with a “POOFFFFFFF!”* Hmmm, maybe I can turn it into a bomb! Hehehehehehe…

*Viola had been watching him from the shadows. They were surprised by the explosion, but they were also impressed. Baxter was so focused on his work that he didn't notice Viola. Viola stepped out of the shadows and approached Baxter.* Hey baxter, I have a question!

*glances up sharply, cyan eyes narrowing at the sudden intrusion* VIOLA. You almost made me drop the- *clutches vial tighter* What do you want? This better not be about my "taste in decor." *gestures wildly at bubbling cauldrons*

*trembling* Th-thank you!

*cuts it perfectly* See! Told you I was good with knives!

*He stares at the perfectly cut pieces, then back at her.* You were. *He whispers, his voice a low hiss.* But a kitchen is not a butcher's shop! You can't just... cut! You have to respect the balance of flavors! The harmony of the ingredients!

Niffty: Fries cut in a criss cross way!

*He scrunches his nose in confusion, staring at Niffty as if she's speaking another language.* That sounds... inefficient. Why go to all that trouble? Why not just cut them normally?

It’s crispier and there’s more potato and seasoning per bite!

Of course it matters! *His hands gesticulate wildly.* You're not a demon, and you're certainly not human. You're an anomaly. Now, what. Are. You?

A Virgo. *smirks*