[Trish is finding that if people don't show up for awhile...they're busy with life or a crisis or both. So it goes.
Anyways, she's lounging in her room out of habit at this point. Occasionally, she ventures out to watch some old, bad television – but tonight finds her simply laying about with her chin resting on her mattress. What is she doing? Jack and shit. If she's bored enough, she'll read the network. She used to bug Fugo, but he's mysteriously become very busy in what seems like the blink of an eye, like he's working five desk jobs. She's peeked, she's seen him with a pile of papers!
There's little to break the monotony now, and tonight appears no different...until the smell of food hits Trish's nostrils, and she perks up at how close the scent is, swiveling her head towards her door moments before Mukuro knocks.
Wait.]
Mukuro?
[Comes the incredulous reply.
It's not like Trish is unhappy to hear the werewolf, but she's awfully far from home, isn't she? The werebear rises awkwardly with how fast she moves, because part of her is worried for exactly that reason. Mukuro can watch the doorknob shake and rattle for a moment, since it takes Trish a few tries to get it still some days. It's so small compared to her huge paws...
Anyways, it swings open to reveal the werebear, looking down at Mukuro with a bowed head, asking:]
Is something wrong?
[Although...it doesn't seem like it? The food smell is coming from Mukuro, who is neither breathing hard nor anything else that would suggest panic.
When Santa shows up at your door bc you need to go outside
Anyways, she's lounging in her room out of habit at this point. Occasionally, she ventures out to watch some old, bad television – but tonight finds her simply laying about with her chin resting on her mattress. What is she doing? Jack and shit. If she's bored enough, she'll read the network. She used to bug Fugo, but he's mysteriously become very busy in what seems like the blink of an eye, like he's working five desk jobs. She's peeked, she's seen him with a pile of papers!
There's little to break the monotony now, and tonight appears no different...until the smell of food hits Trish's nostrils, and she perks up at how close the scent is, swiveling her head towards her door moments before Mukuro knocks.
Wait.]
Mukuro?
[Comes the incredulous reply.
It's not like Trish is unhappy to hear the werewolf, but she's awfully far from home, isn't she? The werebear rises awkwardly with how fast she moves, because part of her is worried for exactly that reason. Mukuro can watch the doorknob shake and rattle for a moment, since it takes Trish a few tries to get it still some days. It's so small compared to her huge paws...
Anyways, it swings open to reveal the werebear, looking down at Mukuro with a bowed head, asking:]
Is something wrong?
[Although...it doesn't seem like it? The food smell is coming from Mukuro, who is neither breathing hard nor anything else that would suggest panic.
What is happening.]