They weren’t kidding when they said her hair was green! It’s so green! Momi wonders if’s natural? What a nice color...

Nostalgia and alcohol hit differently.

Momi disguises the fact that she is barely under 5” feet in height with heels and platforms that put her around 5”3’ish.

The illusion of height is real.

Uwaaa. The Black Mamba is so tall and lithe! So elegant and regal. So greeen.

Momi had an eye for aesthetics, finds all sorts of odds and ends of people to be lovely.

With a dash of height envy, of course.

Blame her father for this. He had wanted a son anyways, Momi was never the elegant assassin. Beautiful and sweet, maybe? But never elegant and refined. The usual methods never required that of her.

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know beauty when she sees it.

It just means Momi likes to get into bar fights, stab people and blow shit up. And that’s okay.