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.

Comments

[mermaiding]

What is 'jail'?

[Why are there so many WORDS that EXIST....]

[coralroot]

...you break the law so the popo locks you in a room and leaves you there to rot for however many years?

[mermaiding]

[Whispering:] Popo...? [What the FUCK is a popo.]

Hmph. Does not sound so unlike what scientists did already. Am not afraid of jail or this 'popo.' [WHich she definitely assumes is some kind of creature and not like, a group.]

So stupid, such hassle... [SIGH.] Why so much.

[coralroot]

Okay but like, just because you're not afraid doesn't mean you wanna risk the chance of it happening again.

[mermaiding]

Will just run away!

[OBVIOUSLY, DUH!!]

[coralroot]

...oooooooooookay, good luck with that.