["Complicated". There's that word again. Adorabat doesn't really get it. SHe's never really mourned for anyone.

Not even her mother.

But who really has time for that when there's so much fun stuff to do like fight monsters and be with Mao Mao and paint and go to skewl and drink chokkit milk...? This is one of those things that's hard to wrap her mind around.

Adorabat kicks on the seat idly like one would kick the ground.]

Hmph. I got nuthin' I need to cry over. But I'll let you feel bad, even though it's weird. ...Growing up sounds kinda dumb.