[If Hinata ever described his smell as "wet", he'd get verbally boxed about the ears for it. That's not even a smell! Don't make it weird.
But...she's not here to bully him about his form. In fact, she's being surprisingly well-behaved joining him on the couch like this while drinking tea crafted by his own slimy hands. The Trish from eight months ago would have done neither of these things, or made it even more obvious than she does now that she finds slime viscerally disgusting.
But she knows well that it's not kind to be rude to someone about their monster body. Especially when he's as worried as she is about control. Half of this is because she had to make sure he knows that. They're on the same page, or ought to be.
She huffs a short laugh at his agreement either way, but sobers up just as quickly, saying:]
No, it wasn't you at all. Don't let this world make you believe otherwise.
[The way he phrased that barest concession was impossible to miss. But she's in a bit of denial perhaps, because she knows everyone had a kernel of truth in their movie selves here and there.
She taps her claws on her cup, then, thoughtful.]
...Unless you mean to tell me you really can put things like that together. Do you recall?
[The traps, the light show. It was like he was putting on a performance within a performance, considering that they were being forced into.]
honestly good for him
But...she's not here to bully him about his form. In fact, she's being surprisingly well-behaved joining him on the couch like this while drinking tea crafted by his own slimy hands. The Trish from eight months ago would have done neither of these things, or made it even more obvious than she does now that she finds slime viscerally disgusting.
But she knows well that it's not kind to be rude to someone about their monster body. Especially when he's as worried as she is about control. Half of this is because she had to make sure he knows that. They're on the same page, or ought to be.
She huffs a short laugh at his agreement either way, but sobers up just as quickly, saying:]
No, it wasn't you at all. Don't let this world make you believe otherwise.
[The way he phrased that barest concession was impossible to miss. But she's in a bit of denial perhaps, because she knows everyone had a kernel of truth in their movie selves here and there.
She taps her claws on her cup, then, thoughtful.]
...Unless you mean to tell me you really can put things like that together. Do you recall?
[The traps, the light show. It was like he was putting on a performance within a performance, considering that they were being forced into.]