[Before Saya's aware of her, Diva already knows something's different. Something's changed - call it a sixth sense if you will - but Diva feels herself suddenly compelled to check on her twin's pod...only to find it empty.
She's not really sure how to describe the feeling she gets at the sight of Saya not being there. Is it excitement? Apprehension? Perhaps a bit of both? Whatever it is it doesn't really matter - what matters is finding her beloved sister. That's her top priority. Nothing else could be as important as seeing Saya again.
It's easy to follow her nose, she has a good one after all, and Saya's scent is so well known to her by now that it's like following a trail of bread crumbs that lead right to her. When Diva does catch a glimpse of her finally it's as if her heart has suddenly decided to stop dead in her chest. It just might've, for all Diva knows, Saya is just over there, in the flesh.
How could she be anything other than excited?
Compared to the last time Saya saw Diva she looks a lot less glamourous, barefoot and wearing nothing more than a simple white gown, her hair long and falling down her back. Strangely enough, her arms and legs are covered with bandages, an odd sight for Saya to see on the other Queen. After all, not much could harm Diva to the point she'd need actual wrappings. In her hand is a half drunk, synthetic blood pouch, stylized in a similar fashion to a Capris Sun. It tastes awful but she's grown to endure the taste for now. After all, she's famished too, her body craving more and more as it heals itself. Real blood would be ideal (anything else would at this point) but she isn't in the position to be picky.
Her stomach is doing flipflops and it's ultimately instinct that has her leaping toward her twin, arms outstretched to hug her tightly around the waist. Sure, Diva may seem like a ditz at times, but she's aware Saya could be not exactly wanting a hug right now - she just doesn't care. How could she? Saya's awake.
The blood pouch hits the floor unceremonously, hunger forgotten for the moment.]
Saaaayaaaa! Darling sister!! I've missed you so much!
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She's not really sure how to describe the feeling she gets at the sight of Saya not being there. Is it excitement? Apprehension? Perhaps a bit of both? Whatever it is it doesn't really matter - what matters is finding her beloved sister. That's her top priority. Nothing else could be as important as seeing Saya again.
It's easy to follow her nose, she has a good one after all, and Saya's scent is so well known to her by now that it's like following a trail of bread crumbs that lead right to her. When Diva does catch a glimpse of her finally it's as if her heart has suddenly decided to stop dead in her chest. It just might've, for all Diva knows, Saya is just over there, in the flesh.
How could she be anything other than excited?
Compared to the last time Saya saw Diva she looks a lot less glamourous, barefoot and wearing nothing more than a simple white gown, her hair long and falling down her back. Strangely enough, her arms and legs are covered with bandages, an odd sight for Saya to see on the other Queen. After all, not much could harm Diva to the point she'd need actual wrappings. In her hand is a half drunk, synthetic blood pouch, stylized in a similar fashion to a Capris Sun. It tastes awful but she's grown to endure the taste for now. After all, she's famished too, her body craving more and more as it heals itself. Real blood would be ideal (anything else would at this point) but she isn't in the position to be picky.
Her stomach is doing flipflops and it's ultimately instinct that has her leaping toward her twin, arms outstretched to hug her tightly around the waist. Sure, Diva may seem like a ditz at times, but she's aware Saya could be not exactly wanting a hug right now - she just doesn't care. How could she? Saya's awake.
The blood pouch hits the floor unceremonously, hunger forgotten for the moment.]
Saaaayaaaa! Darling sister!! I've missed you so much!