[ She can't stop a tiny giggle when he cleans her armpit from the gentle tickling, but still, she keeps looking up at him, almost like she's trying to bore past the faceplate and see everything hiding beneath it. Until he starts washing her hair, anyway. Her eyes fall shut with another tiny sound, something more like a sigh of satisfaction. ]

So I'm special? Ahaha, I'm glad...

[ Of course she seized on that and only that. Hearing even the briefest mention of any friends he had--and it's good that he had them--made jealousy flare up like a raging flash fire. Maybe she shouldn't feel that way for someone that's meant to be a friend to her, but...she wants to be his only friend.

She wants to keep feeling so special.

Monika tilts back a little further as his fingers work through her hair. If he continues this treatment, she will definitely end up leaning against his body. She can't help it! This feels too good! ]

How does it feel to be so small? When you're your other self, I mean. Wouldn't you prefer to be big like this? Ahaha. I'm sure no one would bother you if you looked like you could punch their lights out.

[ He hates attention, so why not scare people away? ]