With golden flowers growing on them, oddly enough. Thick on their shoulders, trailing down their upper back. Blooming in their hair and falling in their eyes.
They can recognize themselves sure enough, possession or not. They'd know. It's happened before. And it's not something they like to dwell on.]
C
You there.
[It's... Chara.
With golden flowers growing on them, oddly enough. Thick on their shoulders, trailing down their upper back. Blooming in their hair and falling in their eyes.
They can recognize themselves sure enough, possession or not. They'd know. It's happened before. And it's not something they like to dwell on.]