Clunky? [ The descriptor takes her by surprise. Yuzu glances up from the page, upper eyes closing quickly for shifting focus. (And though she knows she needs to practice using them if she wants them to be useful, it's too nauseating to take in so much excess detail for very long.)

Still, a word like that — it doesn't seem to match the ones she knows. Yusei was always so dexterous with everything, with white scales that mirrored the moonlight better than still water; Rio with her pale look, a source of fire somehow carved from a glacial shelf. The trepidatious darkness of Yuto, the strength and vigor of Suou, when those two still walked this world... ]

Maybe you just haven't seen the right ones.

[ A pause, considering. Then again, none of them were any good at dancing, and she doubted that Jotaro of his was particularly elegant.

She shrugs; within that motion, the lower bulbs of her wings unhook, allowing the limbs to hang out a little wider, less bound. There's no risk to anything knocking over, but with a greater surface area exposed, more heat enters the air.

Not as sneaky as he'd hoped. ]

Where do the others fall? The other forms we're forced into.

[ MONSTER HOT OR NOT. ]