@abyssaIcritter โWhy?โ
She was just as perplexed by this. Someone who acts more human than her, but claims not to be, ought to be impossible. If she could feel inadequate, she would.
โDoes [self] remind you of your family?โ
Do people flinch away from her because of them, in other words..?
@abyssaIcritter Slowly, circling around the stranger with those stumpy legs, now that there's some distance between them. Would look predatory, if she didn't seem so curious.
โDo you trust [self]? Shouldn't you want to hurt me? I'm not too sure who [self] is either.โ
A process, that's all.
@abyssaIcritter โSome humans are nice to [self]. I like them. And I am... A process?โ
A process in a vessel, maybe. Shouldn't it be obvious? In hindsight, it was silly of her to consider this thing might be the same as her, despite the similarities...
โYou are not good at explaining.โ
@abyssaIcritter Again blank-faced she stares at the interloper. A child at play? A strange one. Pale. Diseased?
โPlease do not.โ
Father is human. She would be sad.
Female by default. Being unique, there are logically no tailored modules for her body- But if you'll love her no other way... This option is also available.
Limits are bathroom kinks and vore, mainly.
the weak, fleshy, human you could. Make her feel spurned badly enough, and she might just snap a little.
She will switch rapidly between aggressive and as innocent as ever, and showing any signs of fear or worry tilts her default closer to the aggressive side.
She understands how humans love each other.
She does not understand the kinds of love.
She does not understand limits.
She does not understand why she can't be loved as humans love each other.
She does not think she deserves this.
She knows she'll be forgiven.
Her olfactory receptors catch unfamiliar perfume, the camera recordings she's not supposed to look at tell her someone was here. And she feels many things, none of them pleasant- The main one, she tentatively labels "Fear".
She thinks she understands love.