Well, You See, It's A Gamer Pad [Liltotto/Natasha]

Several days ago, after a week or two of silence, a rather direct text would have been sent to Natasha:

'...At 7PM. Fashionably late or early is acceptable. I have games, books, and dinner. Just knock at this address...'

The day was upon her, Liltotto hadn't even needed to do much sprucing up, apart from the organized stacks of old books and papers lining the walls at points, especially around her workspace off in the corner of the room, it looked like any typical, normal, clean two-bedroom apartment. She didn't want to cook anything too complex, so she settled with what she knew the woman would want, a small setup for dressing a burger along the kitchen counter, and patties already pre-shaped and seasoned to be cooked.

Inviting the woman over to her home was certainly a move she didn't expect herself to make, but... She couldn't keep herself distanced forever. Natasha was an upright individual that wasn't bad to be around by any means, it wouldn't hurt to get to know her further.

When the time finally came, hearing the appropriately-timed knocking, she'd make her way over to the door to answer, recognizing the scent behind it just fine.

"Yo. Welcome."

Considering their first meeting, Natasha did not expect Liltotto to be the type to initiate a hang-out session but here she was, texting her a date and invite to her house. Ever the curious blonde, Natasha was interested to see what the Lil' Lady did in her spare time. As the door opened, Natasha flashed an upbeat smile as she waved to Liltotto and patted the girl on the shoulders before entering the apartment and whistling softly, looking around the place. It was clear she had made just enough for them to have an enjoyable time here and Natasha was more than content to indulge the woman.


"Heya' there, Lil' Lady'. Food and Games sounds like my kinda' time. How've ya been since we last talked, hun~?"

Liltotto slightly stiffened with the pat of shoulders, holding her tongue and nerve as Natasha was just giving a greeting as a friend - it merely was a gesture she was not fully expecting as a greeting. Yeah that's annoying, she has to stop stiffening when people touch her: a note for later. In the meantime, she was to hang out with her guest with little to no awkwardness if she could help it.

"I've beeeen..." Her voice spoke, momentarily contemplating how to answer that question as her word was stretched, "..Actually, i've had something on my mind."

She'd give Natasha way to enter her home, closing the door behind them and walking further inside, sitting on her couch which really was made out to be more like a bed. In reality, the main room was kind of her room, a particular concentration of old items and books around the couch, meanwhile the two bedrooms that connected to the room were in fact completely pristine guest rooms. It was more out of preference than anything else.

"It's an odd question, but..." Here she was, asking advice of a woman far, far younger than she. Liltotto was not prideful in that she didn't respect the opinions of those younger than her, but it always felt odd, "... If I looked different, do you feel like you would recognize me? Or would I have changed so much so quickly that I am basically another person to you?"

Natasha would tilt her head in curiosity at the golden-haired female's question. It was hardly one she expected from someone of Liltotto's nature, given their first meeting. Even so, Natasha was not the type of woman who would claim she knew an individual just from one measly ole first meeting - although you could certainly inquire and analyze a lot about an individual in a short period of time if you felt committal enough to observe them with analytical eyes.

The blue-eyed sharpshooter would make herself at home by sitting beside the small woman on the couch as she quietly ruminated on the woman's question. Natasha shrugged softly, smiling from ear to ear as she chuckled. Her belief amounted to this. The spirit and identity of a person would never change - no matter how much their body evolved.

The spirit might be dampened, to be certain - it might experience all of life's trials and tribulations but no matter what appearance they took on, they would never completely lose their identity or the way they operate. Only something otherworldly could change that about a person.

"I think I'd still recognize ya' no matter what form ya' took on', Liltotto. I think the personality and spirit of any man or woman' is what defines em' the most. I don't quite think' a change in appearance would be enough to make me not recognize people I've come to know.... ''specially you. Could imagine ya' the next day lookin' like a supermodel and still havin that' mouth and nature of yers' that belongs only to someone like, well... you. Am I makin' sense, darlin'?"