Ulqi-chan
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- Pronoun
- she
Pokémorphs: New Day, New Dawn
"So are these custom made, or what?"
The man kept pulling at her ears as if he expected them to come right off--obviously he had never heard of personal space in his life--but Nikki just kept smiling at him, and she laughed. "I, uh, guess you could say that," she responded, not really seeing how she could tell him of the actual circumstances without him calling her a psycho.
Oh well. He thought she was in costume, so as long as he didn't grow suspicious of her, she supposed it was alright.
"I mean, they feel like actual Skitty ears," he said as he let go of them, and he scratched his head. "Not that I go around feeling them of anything, but... Well, you know what I mean. You put a lot of detail into them."
Nikki's grin faltered for a second. "Well, thanks! I'm glad you like them." She forced her tail to not bob at his words; she had to make it seem fake, inanimate, lifeless. If it moved, he'd know something was up, and that it might not be part of her supposed "costume."
"Well, ah, have fun at your convention." The man tipped his head in a small nod before walking off. She waved at him jubilantly like an idiot as he left.
And with her wide, beaming smile, Nikki set off herself.
She wanted to find the others—a whole night had passed since she had seen them, and the weird looks people gave her made her feel slightly vulnerable. She needed people, her people. They had to stick together, right? But she didn't know where they were...
It would be easy to spot another morph like herself in the crowd, even with the Pokémon convention going on; the differences between the real features of the morphs and the fake costumes of the cosplayers were numerous.
Plus, she remembered a few of their faces. That cute little Ralts boy, the somewhat off-putting Poochyena girl, that huge Tauros guy... Yeah, she could recognize them if she saw them. She never caught names, though. On the ride over, none of them really spoke, she recalled, so she didn't know any of them personally.
Or, well, really at all. All she knew were their faces, and that was it.
So without much direction the Skitty morph wandered aimlessly through the crowds of people coming and going, and when people smiled at her odd appearance she giggled. They may have found her weird, but she found it kind of funny that they didn't know the whole story.
But at the same time this saddened her.
... They would never understand, would they?
"So are these custom made, or what?"
The man kept pulling at her ears as if he expected them to come right off--obviously he had never heard of personal space in his life--but Nikki just kept smiling at him, and she laughed. "I, uh, guess you could say that," she responded, not really seeing how she could tell him of the actual circumstances without him calling her a psycho.
Oh well. He thought she was in costume, so as long as he didn't grow suspicious of her, she supposed it was alright.
"I mean, they feel like actual Skitty ears," he said as he let go of them, and he scratched his head. "Not that I go around feeling them of anything, but... Well, you know what I mean. You put a lot of detail into them."
Nikki's grin faltered for a second. "Well, thanks! I'm glad you like them." She forced her tail to not bob at his words; she had to make it seem fake, inanimate, lifeless. If it moved, he'd know something was up, and that it might not be part of her supposed "costume."
"Well, ah, have fun at your convention." The man tipped his head in a small nod before walking off. She waved at him jubilantly like an idiot as he left.
And with her wide, beaming smile, Nikki set off herself.
She wanted to find the others—a whole night had passed since she had seen them, and the weird looks people gave her made her feel slightly vulnerable. She needed people, her people. They had to stick together, right? But she didn't know where they were...
It would be easy to spot another morph like herself in the crowd, even with the Pokémon convention going on; the differences between the real features of the morphs and the fake costumes of the cosplayers were numerous.
Plus, she remembered a few of their faces. That cute little Ralts boy, the somewhat off-putting Poochyena girl, that huge Tauros guy... Yeah, she could recognize them if she saw them. She never caught names, though. On the ride over, none of them really spoke, she recalled, so she didn't know any of them personally.
Or, well, really at all. All she knew were their faces, and that was it.
So without much direction the Skitty morph wandered aimlessly through the crowds of people coming and going, and when people smiled at her odd appearance she giggled. They may have found her weird, but she found it kind of funny that they didn't know the whole story.
But at the same time this saddened her.
... They would never understand, would they?
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