[True, Mukuro often shows off the fact she still has hands she can use, but Trish assumes it's part and parcel with the fact werebears were not something she'd heard of until she became one herself.
Werewolves in movies and the like always had humanoid hands. It's expected. Werebears, however? Who fucking knows! The fog god decided to be the world's biggest shithead when given free reign in constructing her unique branch of were, gifting them the animal equivalent of oven mitts!!! Another reason she can go straight to hell.
Anyways, there's a brief bout of silence as Mukuro's offer is considered. And then Trish lets out a huff that sends a plume of snow up, as if doubled in force thanks to the weary weight of her teenage existence behind it.]
Fine.
[She'll humor Mukuro, just this once. So, carefully, Trish picks herself up, resisting the temptation to push herself up off the ground when she does. It is very hard to do this, but she does.
And the result is...weird. Trish pats at the ground with one paw at a time, testing the weight she puts on them. Her forelimbs have been sorely underused, but mostly she feels short after endeavoring to stand bipedal all this time? Rather than like, strictly uncomfortable.
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Werewolves in movies and the like always had humanoid hands. It's expected. Werebears, however? Who fucking knows! The fog god decided to be the world's biggest shithead when given free reign in constructing her unique branch of were, gifting them the animal equivalent of oven mitts!!! Another reason she can go straight to hell.
Anyways, there's a brief bout of silence as Mukuro's offer is considered. And then Trish lets out a huff that sends a plume of snow up, as if doubled in force thanks to the weary weight of her teenage existence behind it.]
Fine.
[She'll humor Mukuro, just this once. So, carefully, Trish picks herself up, resisting the temptation to push herself up off the ground when she does. It is very hard to do this, but she does.
And the result is...weird. Trish pats at the ground with one paw at a time, testing the weight she puts on them. Her forelimbs have been sorely underused, but mostly she feels short after endeavoring to stand bipedal all this time? Rather than like, strictly uncomfortable.
She looks to Mukuro then, clearly for approval.]