[Mukuro makes it feel natural. She's just there, a quiet pillar of support. And she doesn't react to any of Trish's ramped up emotions, soothing them through the simple virtue of patience, weathering them like stone until they're worn to nothing, no harm done.
It's hard to miss that smile too, and Trish blinks, but it's gone so fast. Still, it's a little telling how Mukuro doesn't waste any time in cleaning up their little picnic. A small meal that actually has already made her feel noticeably better, as morbid as that is. She doesn't eat like she should, just enough to make the feeling of hunger a dull ache in her gut.
But she's never going to admit that.
Mukuro herself provides a suitable distraction anyway, shifting seamlessly into a stance far better for running, and Trish makes a noise that sounds like someone flicked her nose. Because, now? They're going now? She had plenty of warning, sure, but she's slow on the uptake when it comes to these things!
Meaning that while Mukuro breaks into a brisk run, a silhouette of black fur flowing effortlessly through the snow, well. Trish goes through five stages of decision-making as fast as she can, her expression following suit, before she pursues her smaller companion. Of course, she is adamant about going it bipedal, which is inherently awkward as hell after a certain amount of speed. She does okay, at least, keeping Mukuro where she can see her, but Trish and her center of gravity are still not friends, and she leans forward as she picks up the pace to try and catch up properly.
Mukuro is thus treated to the sight of the werebear stumbling and going ass over tea kettle in a a massive spray of snow.
baby...
It's hard to miss that smile too, and Trish blinks, but it's gone so fast. Still, it's a little telling how Mukuro doesn't waste any time in cleaning up their little picnic. A small meal that actually has already made her feel noticeably better, as morbid as that is. She doesn't eat like she should, just enough to make the feeling of hunger a dull ache in her gut.
But she's never going to admit that.
Mukuro herself provides a suitable distraction anyway, shifting seamlessly into a stance far better for running, and Trish makes a noise that sounds like someone flicked her nose. Because, now? They're going now? She had plenty of warning, sure, but she's slow on the uptake when it comes to these things!
Meaning that while Mukuro breaks into a brisk run, a silhouette of black fur flowing effortlessly through the snow, well. Trish goes through five stages of decision-making as fast as she can, her expression following suit, before she pursues her smaller companion. Of course, she is adamant about going it bipedal, which is inherently awkward as hell after a certain amount of speed. She does okay, at least, keeping Mukuro where she can see her, but Trish and her center of gravity are still not friends, and she leans forward as she picks up the pace to try and catch up properly.
Mukuro is thus treated to the sight of the werebear stumbling and going ass over tea kettle in a a massive spray of snow.
Farewell, Miss Una.]