"I'm not that type of god, all angry at a lack of respect because you deigned to speak to me. I'd get nothing done here otherwise. Surrounded by mortals or mortal plus."

Persephone strokes down Shiro's back, eyes softening. No smiles, but she seems less like bursting into tears.

"No, pink is mostly for me and flower nymphs of various sorts. And a few gods here and there. Eros is pink. But gods and goddess come in all shades. Mortals are stuck with the peaches and browns."