[Trish would tell her magic is dumb and does whatever it wants. She could sit and tell Nanami about all the ridiculous things Stands do, and completely peel away any of the mysticism of magic, unveiling the absurdity roiling underneath.
After all, between Sex Pistols being a group of sentient bullets that have salami for lunch whenever they want, Gold Experience turning pens into eyeballs, and non-sapient animals having Stands, it turns into a mess of possibilities and unique situations with rules as flexible as her own power. All this to say she isn't thinking about practical experimentation of monster forms and abilities the way Nanami is, but that speaks to their different minds.
Trish sets her mug down as well, slipping her coat off and instead of answering, she flicks said coat over Nanami's head to drape it around her small shoulders. It's much warmer on the inside than it was on the outside!]
Just be careful not to drag it on the floor.
[She'll let Nanami get comfortable with it from there. The nymph can keep it around her shoulders or put it on properly. Whatever she'd like.
For her part, Trish will settle onto the couch, mindful of Nanami's things. She waits a moment, raising a brow as she appraises the newly furred nymph.]
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Date: 2022-11-07 08:23 am (UTC)After all, between Sex Pistols being a group of sentient bullets that have salami for lunch whenever they want, Gold Experience turning pens into eyeballs, and non-sapient animals having Stands, it turns into a mess of possibilities and unique situations with rules as flexible as her own power. All this to say she isn't thinking about practical experimentation of monster forms and abilities the way Nanami is, but that speaks to their different minds.
Trish sets her mug down as well, slipping her coat off and instead of answering, she flicks said coat over Nanami's head to drape it around her small shoulders. It's much warmer on the inside than it was on the outside!]
Just be careful not to drag it on the floor.
[She'll let Nanami get comfortable with it from there. The nymph can keep it around her shoulders or put it on properly. Whatever she'd like.
For her part, Trish will settle onto the couch, mindful of Nanami's things. She waits a moment, raising a brow as she appraises the newly furred nymph.]
Feel any different?