[Trish is pouting when she finally looks Mukuro's way, prompted by the bump of the wolf's snout against her fluffy shoulder. At least she's unharmed, as soft as she and the snow both are.
Interestingly too, Mukuro repeats Trish's phrasing back to her. "Hands" instead of "paws". And an offer of a solution, instead of an insistence on a little dirt being normal. She sort of expects that from more seasoned monsters, honestly.
It's enough she seems to think about it on Mukuro's behalf, anyway. Which is more than most people would get from her.
She looks from Mukuro, to her enormous paws, and then back again.]
crybaby learns to run...
Interestingly too, Mukuro repeats Trish's phrasing back to her. "Hands" instead of "paws". And an offer of a solution, instead of an insistence on a little dirt being normal. She sort of expects that from more seasoned monsters, honestly.
It's enough she seems to think about it on Mukuro's behalf, anyway. Which is more than most people would get from her.
She looks from Mukuro, to her enormous paws, and then back again.]
...You're absolutely sure you have enough?