[There's no need, no, because Trish is struck by the poignance of that statement enough she blinks and tucks a paw against her chest.
She certainly doesn't feel that way most times, least of all when she's still a sixteen year old girl piloting a body she hardly understands. She's strong enough to pick someone up and throw them now, but to be fair to Steve, he's person-sized, and he turned into a little bunny rabbit mid throw. That's like throwing a wig or something.
Anyways, she's watched Mukuro move and jump at an impressive pace, but she's never seen the werewolf demonstrate her raw strength. She's about to obliterate that branch, Trish knows, but she still jumps at the crack! of wood as it's split by Mukuro's bite. Sure enough, Mukuro's teeth are unbroken and her gums are completely unharmed. She's blue on the insides of her mouth too, which is interesting.
And honestly? She sounds like Bruno with that statement, and Trish makes a face. Not a rude one, a thoughtful one.]
I don't know about fun, but I won't disagree that it's practical.
[Okay. So. This tree has been chosen by Mukuro, who handily demonstrated wood is nothing in their wake.
Trish pads a little closer, reaching to touch the tree with a broad paw. It feels plenty sturdy, and she glances to Mukuro again. Mukuro is smaller than her, she knows, so it should follow that she's at least as sturdy as her fellow monster.
She remembers the motion Mukuro showed her too, and rears her paw back like she's going to do it, but stops. Apparently Trish has to close her eyes first, since if this works there'll be shrapnel, right? Also, she may or may not be nervous, her other paw coming up reflexively to shield her muzzle further. Here she goes again, properly now, and she puts as much force behind it as she can.
It's hard to describe the feeling of wood giving way to her bare bear paw, but there's a crash and oh, God, what the hell. Hopefully Mukuro moved away! Trish peeks out from under the paw she ultimately ended up clapping over her eyes the moment her paw struck true, looking to make sure Mukuro is still there, instead of focusing on her handiwork.
The tree, meanwhile, lays broken in two, the branched upper half laying at an odd angle to signify this very much was not the work of a bored person with a saw.]
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She certainly doesn't feel that way most times, least of all when she's still a sixteen year old girl piloting a body she hardly understands. She's strong enough to pick someone up and throw them now, but to be fair to Steve, he's person-sized, and he turned into a little bunny rabbit mid throw. That's like throwing a wig or something.
Anyways, she's watched Mukuro move and jump at an impressive pace, but she's never seen the werewolf demonstrate her raw strength. She's about to obliterate that branch, Trish knows, but she still jumps at the crack! of wood as it's split by Mukuro's bite. Sure enough, Mukuro's teeth are unbroken and her gums are completely unharmed. She's blue on the insides of her mouth too, which is interesting.
And honestly? She sounds like Bruno with that statement, and Trish makes a face. Not a rude one, a thoughtful one.]
I don't know about fun, but I won't disagree that it's practical.
[Okay. So. This tree has been chosen by Mukuro, who handily demonstrated wood is nothing in their wake.
Trish pads a little closer, reaching to touch the tree with a broad paw. It feels plenty sturdy, and she glances to Mukuro again. Mukuro is smaller than her, she knows, so it should follow that she's at least as sturdy as her fellow monster.
She remembers the motion Mukuro showed her too, and rears her paw back like she's going to do it, but stops. Apparently Trish has to close her eyes first, since if this works there'll be shrapnel, right? Also, she may or may not be nervous, her other paw coming up reflexively to shield her muzzle further. Here she goes again, properly now, and she puts as much force behind it as she can.
It's hard to describe the feeling of wood giving way to her bare bear paw, but there's a crash and oh, God, what the hell. Hopefully Mukuro moved away! Trish peeks out from under the paw she ultimately ended up clapping over her eyes the moment her paw struck true, looking to make sure Mukuro is still there, instead of focusing on her handiwork.
The tree, meanwhile, lays broken in two, the branched upper half laying at an odd angle to signify this very much was not the work of a bored person with a saw.]