[Let's rewind back to when everyone was hatching like really goopy baby birds, and Bruno was likely quietly disconcerted by it.
But Trish?
Trish screams upon regaining consciousness, as if the universe decided that waking up as Mista wasn't traumatizing enough for her, and chose now to go down a route that is entirely and utterly disgusting on levels she hadn't thought possible! The slime is warm and viscous, matting her hair and making her clothes heavy and sticky and, and...!
She hates it! She utterly hates it! She kicks up a huge fuss all the way to the holding cell, because as weak as she feels she is still willing and able to complain loudly enough to get her point across to anyone who can hear.
Once deposited with the rest of the hatchlings, Trish retreats to a corner away from everyone else, miserably slinging muck onto the floor (less than mindful of who it might hit), grousing:]
Whoever put me in that egg is going to pay with their life! Look at me, look at this! I'll never complain about being a boy again, at least they were dry!
[That's it. Her best compliment to Mista is that he wasn't lathered in slime.
She's also a tad teary as she says this. Absolutely miserable lass here...doesn't it break your heart, Bruno?]
eats a whole raw potato to recover from rp anxiety also: wild card
But Trish?
Trish screams upon regaining consciousness, as if the universe decided that waking up as Mista wasn't traumatizing enough for her, and chose now to go down a route that is entirely and utterly disgusting on levels she hadn't thought possible! The slime is warm and viscous, matting her hair and making her clothes heavy and sticky and, and...!
She hates it! She utterly hates it! She kicks up a huge fuss all the way to the holding cell, because as weak as she feels she is still willing and able to complain loudly enough to get her point across to anyone who can hear.
Once deposited with the rest of the hatchlings, Trish retreats to a corner away from everyone else, miserably slinging muck onto the floor (less than mindful of who it might hit), grousing:]
Whoever put me in that egg is going to pay with their life! Look at me, look at this! I'll never complain about being a boy again, at least they were dry!
[That's it. Her best compliment to Mista is that he wasn't lathered in slime.
She's also a tad teary as she says this. Absolutely miserable lass here...doesn't it break your heart, Bruno?]