[It's true, but it's also generous. Mukuro hasn't hesitated to share sordid things like her mercenary past, or how much she enjoys being a monster. All within just a few encounters with her.

But that's...a safe kind of weird. There are no secrets, and therefore no surprises.

So when she asks, she knows Mukuro is so honest she won't hesitate to answer. It feels a little leading that way, but Mukuro has been so comfortable in her wolf body that it's been hard to imagine she ever struggled. Knowing she did even a little makes it feel...less like she's failed completely, and more that she simply has been slow to adjust. She might not ever be as unified in her mind and body as Mukuro is, but it would be nice to be something closer to it, right?

So it's interesting to hear that Mukuro actually has struggled with control, at least to start with. Although it does bring up a few interesting things, and Trish tilts her head.]

I remember that. You changed in front of me because that form had usable hands. It was...it definitely would have been frightening to children. But I have to admit when I think about it now, I associate it with the ramen you gave me.

[There's a huff of a laugh to go with that statement. Imagine associating a drooling, lupine behemoth with ducky ramen. But that's how it is, when it comes to Mukuro.

As for the other thing...Trish's expression turns thoughtful.]

Joking aside, I didn't realize any of that could happen. The instincts and the change in emotions, I mean. Do all monsters adopt the habits of the animal they echo? Maybe that's why I haven't been able to acclimate.

[Trish's tiny ears droop.]

When I turn into this...I still feel like myself, just bigger.

[Is her monster brain broken, were-senpai?]