[Fran practically mirrors Soleil's headtilt. Small...well, she's shorter today since she's not in her usual high heel boots, but she's still above average height for a woman just about anywhere in the world. Delicate...well, she takes damage pretty hard as a Berserker, but not many delicate people carry around a mace more than half as tall as she is. Cute...........
("You monster! You're disgusting!" her father - her creator - said. "You are nothing but a monster! A mad abomination!")
..............well, cute was a matter of opinion, probably. This one was a strange opinion, though. She looks back at the flower and then back up at Soleil. ...It's a nice thought, anyway.
At the mention of the sun, Fran visibly droops, her arms dropping, her shoulders slumping.]
[She sometimes accompanies her groans with gestures to get her point across, and she's clearly trying to do so right now, but the movements of her hands are listless and small, as though she can't be bothered to move much for anything less important than, say, reviving someone with electricity. She certainly sounds like she's complaining, though. Why does anyone like this kind of weather? There's nothing good about the heat.]
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("You monster! You're disgusting!" her father - her creator - said. "You are nothing but a monster! A mad abomination!")
..............well, cute was a matter of opinion, probably. This one was a strange opinion, though. She looks back at the flower and then back up at Soleil. ...It's a nice thought, anyway.
At the mention of the sun, Fran visibly droops, her arms dropping, her shoulders slumping.]
Uuuuuwreeeeeee.... [She's clearly whining. Hooooooot....] Uuunngh, uuahh uhh uhh. Ahhh.
[She sometimes accompanies her groans with gestures to get her point across, and she's clearly trying to do so right now, but the movements of her hands are listless and small, as though she can't be bothered to move much for anything less important than, say, reviving someone with electricity. She certainly sounds like she's complaining, though. Why does anyone like this kind of weather? There's nothing good about the heat.]