What're You Doing In My House?! [Liltotto/Ania]

Like a raccoon of the night, agile, unseen, and fierce beyond belief, an Ania launched from the side of the door, sword in hand, with a downward swing onto the perpetrator at hand. Truly, the training she had undergone bore fruit, for even the air surrounding the sword howled away in response.

"Who're you!?"

Swing first, ask second, a most superior method of interrogation.

Weh, a truly frightening foe. Even Ania's almighty sword swing, the Earth Sundering Slash, was insufficient. Their strength must've been limitless, to have also easily pulled her blade downward. She prepared herself for yet another attack--as the woman moonlighted as her mentor Liltotto--but the proof was in the words.

Ania took a step back to get a good look at the woman. She looked different, sounded a little different, and that would've been enough to call her out on the lies, but the way she spoke--the things she said--was undoubtedly Liltotto. In response, all Ania could do was pout her head and take the reprimands. Well, if it was the usual Liltotto, that would be the case, but this was not the usual Liltotto.

So, instead, completely ignoring all complaints to be voiced, Ania walked back forward, to her side, to her rear, to the woman's everywhere, inspecting all the changes and differences.

"Wat de hek..."

This must've been some wild witch craft. This was definitely not what she looked like before--no amount of rubbing her eyes in disbelief would make the lady go back. It was an absolutely shocking amount of growth; Ania herself, now being properly fed, well rested, and consistently exercising, had some growth to her as well. In fact, she grew a whole two inches. Though, that didn't at all compare to the woman here.

"Eh? Hobbes? Ah, de boy's sleepin'."

Ania off-handedly responded while her eyes remained trained on Liltotto, even poking her in various places to ascertain the authenticity. Yup, this was real meat.

Aside from the inspection, if Liltotto inspected the room, she'd take note to see that it was... definitely not treated in good behavior. Disheveled, disorderly, like a tornado swung around the room. It was clear as well that this was an extremely recent displacement.

"Eh?"

Ania's eyes finally left Liltotto's, scanning the room and affirming that there was indeed a mess.

"Ah! Das right! I forgot! Dere's, uh, dere's reason fo' dis."

The girl pointed to below her abdomen.

"Where you keep 'dem? Pads?"

As far as she could tell, there was none to be found. This wasn't much of a problem in the past--Ania was far too unhealthy to have a regular cycle. Now that she was properly cared for, however, the cycles started once more, and some appropriate care and amenities were now necessary. Hell, she'd take alternatives if they were available, but pads were what the girl was familiar with.

"A bit. I can do 60 push ups in a row!"

The cabinet... under the sink... Of all places to fail to check... Ania received the pack listlessly and discouraged. What a monumental failure this was. The girl trudged onwards to the bathroom. From inside, she shouted out to respond,

"Wen you gonna teach me some new stuff? I already mastered everyting else."

Ania came out the bathroom in a heroic posture, hands on hips, chin up in the air. She walked into the bathroom but a girl, and she left it a full, bonafide woman.

Dinner. The call of Elysium. Ania hopped to action, running over to the kitchen in preparation, ready to help out when called upon.

"Spaghet."

A dish that contained land meat was just objectively the superior option. It was the rarest of foods for Ania's palette, and even back in the homeland, the last time she ate somewhat regularly, her diet largely consisted of vegetables and fish. It was a no-brainer. Ania grabbed the apron and put it on her, though it looked awkward as it was fit for what was once an absolute shorty.