[So Mukuro's never really hung out around Hill House much. Her territory is elsewhere, and while she likes everyone here well enough, those closest to her heart also live nearby. But there's one particular resident she's been concerned about. One she's been thinking about, now that the holidays have passed and she's recovered from her emotional crisis. Now that she has the bandwidth to look after others rather than just barely clinging on herself.
So here she is, a little awkward but determined nevertheless. There's a heavy totebag slung over one shoulder, and whatever's inside is clearly hot food because it smells incredible. She has no idea what she's doing or where her target is, but that's okay, she'll figure it out as she goes. Because it's not about being perfect, it's about trying. So. Mukuro taps her claws lightly against the door her nose has led her to, speaking up in a soft, clear voice.]
Jan. 9th, just after sundown (a delayed nattensfest 2021 from your were senpai)
So here she is, a little awkward but determined nevertheless. There's a heavy totebag slung over one shoulder, and whatever's inside is clearly hot food because it smells incredible. She has no idea what she's doing or where her target is, but that's okay, she'll figure it out as she goes. Because it's not about being perfect, it's about trying. So. Mukuro taps her claws lightly against the door her nose has led her to, speaking up in a soft, clear voice.]
Trish...? It's Mukuro.