[It really is an echo of their cavern adventure, isn't it? Except this is a place Nanami knows well, and is probably very comfortable to move around in under normal circumstances. Now she's made of stiff tree bark of leaves, the once squishy and flexible mer morphed forcibly to a form that is antithetical to movement.
But if Giorno can learn to move fluidly with the body he has, she's sure Nanami can do similar.
In the meantime, Trish whisks her tail back and forth as she takes in the sounds, sights, and smells of the arcade. If she notices the patrons staring, she doesn't return the favor. Rather, she patiently waits for Nanami to rouse properly, and what the nymph says is not at all expected. She blinks over her shoulder at Nanami.]
Is there really such a thing as a dancing game?
[Perish the thought. All she knows from rare after-school arcade excursions is spine-tearing action, shitty racing games with the constant noise of the worst sounding engines in the world, and shooting dinosaurs on a jungle ride. Oh, and Peekerchu or whatever the fuck.
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But if Giorno can learn to move fluidly with the body he has, she's sure Nanami can do similar.
In the meantime, Trish whisks her tail back and forth as she takes in the sounds, sights, and smells of the arcade. If she notices the patrons staring, she doesn't return the favor. Rather, she patiently waits for Nanami to rouse properly, and what the nymph says is not at all expected. She blinks over her shoulder at Nanami.]
Is there really such a thing as a dancing game?
[Perish the thought. All she knows from rare after-school arcade excursions is spine-tearing action, shitty racing games with the constant noise of the worst sounding engines in the world, and shooting dinosaurs on a jungle ride. Oh, and Peekerchu or whatever the fuck.
When did games ever have something fun!?]