[It closes its eyes bashfully! And relaxes, sagging a little into Venus' hands. It's soft all the way through, velvety to the touch and feeling like a thick-skinned bag of jelly.]
It's called a Botamon.
[She can almost image Venus in EDEN...or Kowloon, rather. She'd probably prefer the run-down undercity. Cradling one of Chitose's malware carriers, petting it between the ears.
Alive and well. No threat of imminent death. Not - hers, anyways.
no subject
It's called a Botamon.
[She can almost image Venus in EDEN...or Kowloon, rather. She'd probably prefer the run-down undercity. Cradling one of Chitose's malware carriers, petting it between the ears.
Alive and well. No threat of imminent death. Not - hers, anyways.
...
Everything is so fucked up.]
Venus?