[ One of Chizuru's nails scratches at her skin - but not hard enough to actually hurt. It's more a light, idle gesture, like her nerves translate to little ways of fretting like that. ]
I just look.. mostly still like me. [ She likes to think so, anyway.
But sometimes when she gets really anxious, it's easy to worry that maybe she doesn't look a thing like herself in that form. ]
My hair and eyes change colour. And I grow horns, like-- like you.
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I just look.. mostly still like me. [ She likes to think so, anyway.
But sometimes when she gets really anxious, it's easy to worry that maybe she doesn't look a thing like herself in that form. ]
My hair and eyes change colour. And I grow horns, like-- like you.