[Oh... It didn't work that time. That's frustrating. She lets her arms fall with a growl that rattles around her skull and distracts her from trying to figure out what he's babbling about. Maybe if he doesn't appreciate her efforts, she won't do that mimicking thing that had made him happy before, either! Hmph! That'll show him.
...Something really isn't quite so sure why she's taking it so personally, but it's a little interesting, she supposes, that she can take it personally at all. Something was just something. It was the more, she concludes with a long rasp of whatever air had managed to find its way back into her lungs. Well, that more can do whatever she wanted. Something's got other business to attend to. Time to chew on her hand -- the other one that isn't covered in the weird texture, now -- and wander off. God, she's hungry.]
-- onnn.
[There was this open area... Or mostly open. There were a few stragglers not worth paying attention to and these...waist-high things cluttering the place up that are stubbornly staying in her way. Annoying. Something slaps ineffectually at one's flat top, trying to claw through it, before looking about with a puzzled furrow to her brow. What made her think this was right?
...This answer doesn't come to her, either, so something decides it must not be important. What's important? Oh. Where's that guy? He knew things. She needs to copy him again.]
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...Something really isn't quite so sure why she's taking it so personally, but it's a little interesting, she supposes, that she can take it personally at all. Something was just something. It was the more, she concludes with a long rasp of whatever air had managed to find its way back into her lungs. Well, that more can do whatever she wanted. Something's got other business to attend to. Time to chew on her hand -- the other one that isn't covered in the weird texture, now -- and wander off. God, she's hungry.]
-- onnn.
[There was this open area... Or mostly open. There were a few stragglers not worth paying attention to and these...waist-high things cluttering the place up that are stubbornly staying in her way. Annoying. Something slaps ineffectually at one's flat top, trying to claw through it, before looking about with a puzzled furrow to her brow. What made her think this was right?
...This answer doesn't come to her, either, so something decides it must not be important. What's important? Oh. Where's that guy? He knew things. She needs to copy him again.]