[ Privilege? Privilege? Carmina wonders if it was worth being abused and tormented into a twisted monster, forced to pursue and kill strangers for the presumed amusement of an eldritch force that took her senses and twisted them into a cruel mockery of who she was - who she IS - for the privilege of forgetting not to make a mess. What a grand privilege she's earned.
The two birds perched on the table instantly stop what they're doing to turn their eyes to Katsuki. Carmina extends her arm out across the table slowly, letting a spindly clawed hand appear from her ink stained wrist stump. She gingerly picks up a piece of plastic packaging that the birds had missed and starts a little pile in front of her. Repeating the process very deliberately. One bird resumes its consumption of everything that is not literally the table itself. The other eyes Katsuki's hair as if considering its validity as a food material. Carmina notably does not dissuade the bird, allowing it to hop closer to him as it tilts its head this way and that.
She refuses to break eye contact with this aggressive little intruder upon her peaceful meal. Aside from a clenched jaw and tight-lipped frown, she makes no outwardly hostile movements though. She keeps expecting to feel that pulsating electric sensation in her chest, the Entity's will, amplifying her anger and driving her into a rage. It never comes. It is as frustrating as it is relieving. ]
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The two birds perched on the table instantly stop what they're doing to turn their eyes to Katsuki. Carmina extends her arm out across the table slowly, letting a spindly clawed hand appear from her ink stained wrist stump. She gingerly picks up a piece of plastic packaging that the birds had missed and starts a little pile in front of her. Repeating the process very deliberately. One bird resumes its consumption of everything that is not literally the table itself. The other eyes Katsuki's hair as if considering its validity as a food material. Carmina notably does not dissuade the bird, allowing it to hop closer to him as it tilts its head this way and that.
She refuses to break eye contact with this aggressive little intruder upon her peaceful meal. Aside from a clenched jaw and tight-lipped frown, she makes no outwardly hostile movements though. She keeps expecting to feel that pulsating electric sensation in her chest, the Entity's will, amplifying her anger and driving her into a rage. It never comes. It is as frustrating as it is relieving. ]