[Seeing Mukuro smile is turning into a common thing, isn't it? Trish realizes they haven't had much cause to hang out, casually, and it's really because they live in two different worlds. She can't imagine Mukuro at Nai'a as a regular, and neither can she imagine herself as a bear lurking in the woods, watching the mist of her own breath and drinking in the cool, calm air.
But this is Mukuro's ideal world, and now that they're exploring it, she finds...it's not awful. She has warm food in her belly, and she just downed a tree like it was nothing. That power and total control over the environment and her body...that must be a huge contributor to Mukuro's seemingly unshakeable calm.
And she seems so happy to share it, that Trish doesn't wipe reflexively at her fur when Mukuro pulls away her wet, doggy nose.]
Happy.
[She echoes, still a little unsure. Mukuro was in some ways raised to enjoy this sort of physical power, she remembers. Trish emphatically wasn't, and it shows, but they get along despite that. Maybe there's a common thread here, other than the fact they're both weres.
She rubs at a furred forelimb.]
...Sure, I can try again. But if I fall down one more time, I'm done.
[The expression on her face about this matter is very serious in it's teenager way.
Still, she carefully drops to all fours and plods over to Mukuro's side. Having a goal helped, so Trish scopes out the stretch of snow across the horizon and considers various finish lines. Potentially Mukuro is doing the same?]
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But this is Mukuro's ideal world, and now that they're exploring it, she finds...it's not awful. She has warm food in her belly, and she just downed a tree like it was nothing. That power and total control over the environment and her body...that must be a huge contributor to Mukuro's seemingly unshakeable calm.
And she seems so happy to share it, that Trish doesn't wipe reflexively at her fur when Mukuro pulls away her wet, doggy nose.]
Happy.
[She echoes, still a little unsure. Mukuro was in some ways raised to enjoy this sort of physical power, she remembers. Trish emphatically wasn't, and it shows, but they get along despite that. Maybe there's a common thread here, other than the fact they're both weres.
She rubs at a furred forelimb.]
...Sure, I can try again. But if I fall down one more time, I'm done.
[The expression on her face about this matter is very serious in it's teenager way.
Still, she carefully drops to all fours and plods over to Mukuro's side. Having a goal helped, so Trish scopes out the stretch of snow across the horizon and considers various finish lines. Potentially Mukuro is doing the same?]
How far are we going?