video; forward dated to after event shenanigans; UN: oona

[mermaiding]

[There's a slightly disgruntled face on the video feed, mouth forming a full-on pout as she waits impatiently for it to indicate its recording.]

Ah, there! Need, ehh... [She trails off and scrunches her nose, trying to think of the right word. Dammit, she heard it all the time--] Moon--Chroma! Moonlace! For Chroma! [She looks momentarily pleased at having gotten it right before going right back to scowling]

So stupid! Clothes, clothes, clothes! Yell at me all the time to wear, but never give! Got seven things, but have worn them all. Need more!

[Her tank top seems slightly rumbled from being worn most of the day, but otherwise okay. The real question is, what happened to the seven other pairs of clothes she'd worn before?]

So stupid! You humans and your clothing, what is point? [She stamps her foot for added emphasis for her annoyance and then immediately cringes like the motion caused her pain and she takes a seat instead.]

Need chroma, soon. Can kiss or hold hands or [She flaps her hand dismissively] Whatever! Need seven more clothes, at least.