[This is definitely one of the more homey places that Bonnies found her place in. And the coffee smell is so nice!
But between moogle instinct and Assassin training/emulation she keeps as close as she can to the ceiling, using the shadows and fixtures to sneak about without being noticed. She doesn't really know what's going on but she doesn't want to cause trouble if she can avoid it. Or get herself into trouble.
She observes in silence, glancing down at Futaba's computer but the words on it don't make much sense to her. It's when the girl begins to move and set the bug however that the moogle perks up. She'd seen her now and then up to this point but she'd never have taken her for a spy. But maybe that was the point. Oooh! Maybe she's an Assassin too!
But then the voices begin to shout, Bonnie nearly falling from her perch as she tries to plug her ears with her own paws. But Futaba's own cry for help stirs Bonnie to action. Tugging her hood down she narrows her little eyes and leaps down from above to land on the countertop, brandishing her knife at nothing in particular.]
Re: Futaba Sakura | Early Days | (cw: references to verbal abuse/neglect and auditory hallucinations
But between moogle instinct and Assassin training/emulation she keeps as close as she can to the ceiling, using the shadows and fixtures to sneak about without being noticed. She doesn't really know what's going on but she doesn't want to cause trouble if she can avoid it. Or get herself into trouble.
She observes in silence, glancing down at Futaba's computer but the words on it don't make much sense to her. It's when the girl begins to move and set the bug however that the moogle perks up. She'd seen her now and then up to this point but she'd never have taken her for a spy. But maybe that was the point. Oooh! Maybe she's an Assassin too!
But then the voices begin to shout, Bonnie nearly falling from her perch as she tries to plug her ears with her own paws. But Futaba's own cry for help stirs Bonnie to action. Tugging her hood down she narrows her little eyes and leaps down from above to land on the countertop, brandishing her knife at nothing in particular.]
You heard her! Leave her alone, kupo!