[Monts doesn't answer and instead slides down, her back against the wall, hand on her face, her own skin darkening as the tendrils take over her body. Her mind feels clouded, but at the same time, other emotions emerge, bubbling, angry, irritated, what is this stupid little girl trying to do??]
... So that's the way she's going to play, huh?
[... Her voice is different.
Monts stands up, the darkness under her skin pulsing and moving like blackish red vines.]
... Hey. En.
[When she directs it at him, it's almost like a playful coo.]
What she trying to do? She's not nice at all, is she?
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... So that's the way she's going to play, huh?
[... Her voice is different.
Monts stands up, the darkness under her skin pulsing and moving like blackish red vines.]
... Hey. En.
[When she directs it at him, it's almost like a playful coo.]
What she trying to do? She's not nice at all, is she?