“ Gods, I missed you. ” The crooked grin blooms quick as she reaches for it, wiggling her fingers and eagerly digging her nails though gently into the skin of its shoulders and back.
“ You don’t even know, man. There’s so much goin’ down and I dunno where for even put my eyes these days. ” Inhaling deeply as the last of the smile fades, she offers a shrug.
She wants to fuse. It’s the first thing on her mind, tugging at her consciousness, reminding her always that she would feel better, stronger, more capable with a little more Nihilego toxin in her veins.
Her body urges her to beg for it, but she stays quiet for now.
“ You been good too? I know we see each other all the time. I just wanna check in, yeah? ”
She can’t let it be more important. That’s the rule.
It scoffs, not at her but at whatever is exhausting her so much. “Grunts? Guzma?”
Necrozma? Mania’s voice catches before it can speak the crystal god’s name, disgust rolling through it at the mere thought of him. No, none of this. It’s too nice an evening to think about the demon on the mountain. “...Your other friends?”
By the time it pulls back enough to look at her, something seems...slightly off. Even if only for a moment, it recognizes that look, that hesitation. That’s the look of a host.
No, not a host. That’s the parasite instinct talking. So much is different about how they combine, about the mutual willingness and trust involved that just isn’t there with a simple host. It’s different, even if there is venom. It is.
Mania blinks as Plumeria speaks again, taking a second to process her words before finding an answer.
“Uh, s’okay. Teacher’s doin’ good, still a hardass. But uh...y’look worn out. You need...y’know?”
