Scowling, the pink haired woman kept her narrowed eyes on the open space around her. Maybe going to the harem wasn’t a good idea after all, even if it was to let off a little pent up...--. 789 had no word for it, and she didn’t care. If anyone asked, it didn’t happen. She wasn’t anywhere. If Legato asked, she’ll huff and say whoever said so was lying.
With no familiar face in sight, she decided to patrol the outer edge of the town. Close quarters of the town center barely appealed to the beast today. Touching shoulders, or bumping hips with the Diclonius always resulted in a swift, hostile push. Unlike her lost Queen, 789 has no reason to use her vectors in first thought... yet. But similar to the Queen Diclonius, association with a majority of humans should be kept to a minimum.
She’d growl like an animal, and regain her balance like a freak if this rule is violated not by her own will.
And if 789 does trust someone? She’ll hang around longer and longer each day. Her expressions lack much color, but her actions are... Something. Her words are few, and often cryptic. And just unlike her Queen, perhaps her heart is actually easier to fool. The tough exterior cannot bury a somewhat charmed past when someone gently cared for her despite that it would never last....
Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you.. And if she doesn’t, well I think you’d know. Humans for a snack is usually a way to go thanks to Legato.
