Nui's attracted to suffering like a fly, and she finds herself following Kurumi's silent tears down the streets of Vandare. How fortunate that she'd come back here just to find these fresh-faced children, frightened and angry. Teenagers are always so emotionally volatile!
Her changes have taken her slowly, which has left her mostly-human-looking save for horns and teeth and strange, gradually sharpened and elongated features. But the way she just introduces herself immediately into Kurumi's personal space with no worries about her comfort or about getting punched in the face, well, that's weird for anyone.]
It's so hard to get used to, isn't it?
[Nui sidles over with her hands under her chin, leaning on what appears to be midair. Maybe there's supposed to be a parasol or a sword (or a shovel or a two x four or - ), but whatever that is, it's a phantom, and she's bracing herself against noting at all.]
I LOVE KURUMI, 1
Nui's attracted to suffering like a fly, and she finds herself following Kurumi's silent tears down the streets of Vandare. How fortunate that she'd come back here just to find these fresh-faced children, frightened and angry. Teenagers are always so emotionally volatile!
Her changes have taken her slowly, which has left her mostly-human-looking save for horns and teeth and strange, gradually sharpened and elongated features. But the way she just introduces herself immediately into Kurumi's personal space with no worries about her comfort or about getting punched in the face, well, that's weird for anyone.]
It's so hard to get used to, isn't it?
[Nui sidles over with her hands under her chin, leaning on what appears to be midair. Maybe there's supposed to be a parasol or a sword (or a shovel or a two x four or - ), but whatever that is, it's a phantom, and she's bracing herself against noting at all.]