[ Yamada’s mind, only ever riding his brain and never truly stuck in his head, morphs unbidden when she appears in that mental projection. His physical form falls out of the tree he was perching in, his body crackling with electricity as his mental self turns into a cloud. A twinkle green one, that would equally in place in the setting that inspired her outfit. He swirls around her, to get every angle, a humanoid projection from the waist up flowing out. ]
Gasp! [ He says that with his mouth, on the floor of the forest. After a moment, his cloud becomes a gasp, a flurry of moving vapour. ] I must be hallucinating… I've been alone so long, the perfect woman to keep me company!
[ An astral form is never a hard thing for her to maintain and it's actually surprisingly accurate to the real thing. Not solid of course, but the details are all there, even down to the creases in her eyes as she smiles in amusement at him swirling around. ]
Perfect might be a tiny exaggeration, luv. [ Though she does laugh every so lightly, a laugh that sparks little butterflies to appear around them both. They even make an attempt to fly right through him, just testing out of they can with his cloud. ]
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Gasp! [ He says that with his mouth, on the floor of the forest. After a moment, his cloud becomes a gasp, a flurry of moving vapour. ] I must be hallucinating… I've been alone so long, the perfect woman to keep me company!
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Perfect might be a tiny exaggeration, luv. [ Though she does laugh every so lightly, a laugh that sparks little butterflies to appear around them both. They even make an attempt to fly right through him, just testing out of they can with his cloud. ]