[Her ears stay perked to their full height as she listens. Trish is important, and even silly small talk is meaningful enough for her to pay attention to. Of course, it follows that her question would be returned to her - Mukuro shrugs again, head tilting this way and that in a sort of "eh" gesture.]
I'm not really used to celebrating. And it's - a hard day for me, for - other reasons. But - a lot of people were really kind to me, so - it wasn't bad. Just something to adjust to.
[Her tail lifts, briefly, to curl under Trish's nearest paw and then retreat. After all, she's one of those people who had made it easier for Mukuro to exist on that day, so. Thank you, it says, quietly, so as not to embarrass the other girl. She's sensitive.]
I'm glad it was nice for you.
[And she means it. Trish deserves a nice holiday. Everyone Mukuro likes does, but Trish especially seems like she's been having a hard time. She's - not completely normal, but close to Steve in that way. She's not a killer, not readily able to adapt into being a monster - it's hard, and Mukuro at least hopes to make it slightly easier, even if just for tonight.
They don't have to walk for long - Mukuro leads them to a riverbank, water rushing softly underneath a translucent sheet of ice. From her bag, she pulls out a tarplike blanket, big enough for them to both sit on and resistant to damp soaking through. It is a picnic, as Trish had thought. At night, as the snow falls, but nevertheless.
Mukuro takes her place first, busily removing containers from her bag next. Trish gets two - one smells like an absolutely fantastic curry, while the other appears to be rice balls.]
...That one is monster food, [she murmurs, glancing into Trish's eyes as she indicates the curry.] The onigiri are normal. I thought - not having to hunt might be nice.
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I'm not really used to celebrating. And it's - a hard day for me, for - other reasons. But - a lot of people were really kind to me, so - it wasn't bad. Just something to adjust to.
[Her tail lifts, briefly, to curl under Trish's nearest paw and then retreat. After all, she's one of those people who had made it easier for Mukuro to exist on that day, so. Thank you, it says, quietly, so as not to embarrass the other girl. She's sensitive.]
I'm glad it was nice for you.
[And she means it. Trish deserves a nice holiday. Everyone Mukuro likes does, but Trish especially seems like she's been having a hard time. She's - not completely normal, but close to Steve in that way. She's not a killer, not readily able to adapt into being a monster - it's hard, and Mukuro at least hopes to make it slightly easier, even if just for tonight.
They don't have to walk for long - Mukuro leads them to a riverbank, water rushing softly underneath a translucent sheet of ice. From her bag, she pulls out a tarplike blanket, big enough for them to both sit on and resistant to damp soaking through. It is a picnic, as Trish had thought. At night, as the snow falls, but nevertheless.
Mukuro takes her place first, busily removing containers from her bag next. Trish gets two - one smells like an absolutely fantastic curry, while the other appears to be rice balls.]
...That one is monster food, [she murmurs, glancing into Trish's eyes as she indicates the curry.] The onigiri are normal. I thought - not having to hunt might be nice.