[She doesn't even register his laptop the first time. And honestly, she wonders if she would have heard that sound at all without her ears rendered ten times as sensitive in this body.
It's such a small, small sound. Like really, really tiny keys jangling furiously on Giorno's bedside table.
Trish wouldn't normally approach what looks at first glance like a rodent, but something is weird about all this. Upon slightly closer, uncertain inspection...that sure is a cute hair tie for a tiny, angry mammal to just have.
The werebear has to drop on all fours and dip her head enough to peer down closely at this puffball dusting Giorno's keyboard. She leans closer, likely going cross-eyed because this bat is just too small.
Wait. Bat?
Huh.
She's close enough when she breathes out that he's likely accosted by bear breath. Not the worst bear breath, really, but still.]
broe you are so fuckin small
It's such a small, small sound. Like really, really tiny keys jangling furiously on Giorno's bedside table.
Trish wouldn't normally approach what looks at first glance like a rodent, but something is weird about all this. Upon slightly closer, uncertain inspection...that sure is a cute hair tie for a tiny, angry mammal to just have.
The werebear has to drop on all fours and dip her head enough to peer down closely at this puffball dusting Giorno's keyboard. She leans closer, likely going cross-eyed because this bat is just too small.
Wait. Bat?
Huh.
She's close enough when she breathes out that he's likely accosted by bear breath. Not the worst bear breath, really, but still.]
...Giorno?