A purr much deeper than any housecat's rumbles in her breast at the woman's crooning curses. This is the most fun she's had since her life fell apart; the fact that it's at the expense of someone else doesn't bother her, especially with certain peculiar cravings driving her incessantly onward. Ru isn't certain the woman will even try for the second jump, and startles backward at the hard thud of Aino's body meeting the siding of the house. Seeing how she struggles, Hotaru thinks quickly, and transforms back in less time than it takes to blink.
She's left laying on her stomach on the snowy roof, the fish still clutched in now blunt, human teeth. Without catlike senses it is revolting, and she spits it out with a green tinge creeping up her skin. But then moments later she's reaching to grab the seller's forearms to help lug her onto the roof, heedless of the fact that it puts her own limbs in range to be snatched and held punishingly.
Admittedly she can't help the beautiful, charming smile that she aims down at the woman she's helping - as if ignoring the fact that by doing so, she is hastening her own capture. "Think your mother will appreciate my hair instead of my hide?" The bright tinkle of her laughter cuts away with a soft grunt of exertion as she pulls on Aino's arms, said golden locks tumbling free of her hood to brush against her cheeks, forcing her to try and puff them away without her hands.
She's left laying on her stomach on the snowy roof, the fish still clutched in now blunt, human teeth. Without catlike senses it is revolting, and she spits it out with a green tinge creeping up her skin. But then moments later she's reaching to grab the seller's forearms to help lug her onto the roof, heedless of the fact that it puts her own limbs in range to be snatched and held punishingly.
Admittedly she can't help the beautiful, charming smile that she aims down at the woman she's helping - as if ignoring the fact that by doing so, she is hastening her own capture. "Think your mother will appreciate my hair instead of my hide?" The bright tinkle of her laughter cuts away with a soft grunt of exertion as she pulls on Aino's arms, said golden locks tumbling free of her hood to brush against her cheeks, forcing her to try and puff them away without her hands.
