(( just like their superhero days....

((Jimmy's absolutely dressed as PSY (gangnam style guy)

(( REAL

I don't wish to have to record another death of yours, so please do not do anything too rash.

[Wait, huh? That implies a lot, is she actually able to /remember/?]

[She's stuck in the doorway. Not because her ass is fat, but because her big ass chimeric body is stuck in the door. She wriggles and the wood creaks, crawling into the bedroom so she doesn't smack her head on the doorframe or ceiling.]

. . . That's-- not good?

[Looks up from her grimoire, face red...]

What?

Please refrain from calling me a "hoe". But, yes. I find you fascinating.

I promise. All the rat snackies you could ever ask for.

[Henrietta already owns rats, and they are so friendly. Granted, she's quite protective of them, and they're spoiled rotten...]

. . . I'd make a little enclosure for you and treat you very well. Spoiled, even.

I need specifics, to be honest.

++ place a little.]

++ figure it out, even in her notes back at the apartment. She checks her phone. Seems the other goths are pretty busy tonight. . .]

If you have any time this evening, it'd be my honor to get stoned and figure that backstory out. . .

[Her pale face goes a little dark red, and she shuffles in ++

++ about what I'd be like as a superhero, or even a villain. Perhaps an anti hero....

["Wonder" is a weak word. She has sketches and thoughts about those ideas in her journals.]