𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

"N-Not allowed?" Black Star was astonished by Moxxie's answer to her question. Even if it was just while he was a child, it was still a shock to the Sinner. When Moxxie finished speaking, the Sinner would then turn to Millie. Able to relate more to her answer.

"I ah.. I cooked a lot too! F-For the uh.." well, Black Star didn't consider the cult her family. Sure they lived together in the compound, but there wasn't any familial connection to the others except her birth mother.

Moxxie always suspected Millie's parents had driven her to a point of caring so much for others that she had not cared for herself. Now he had to wonder. Moxxie wasn't sure why, but something in Black Star's shyness around it made him think this is what she might mean. Though he could be far off."

"A main chore. Like communal living?" Moxxie guessed. It might have been a wild guess. Some parents were just strict. Very 'carry your own weight' about things. But then again, he had seen places where one literally could not remain even when rent was paid if they weren't also laboring excessively. Millie turned to Moxxie then to Black Star. "Oh, yeah," Millie seemed to add "Kinda like one of them live-ins. Them camps where people are real cozy? Everybody's got a different chore? And yours was cookin'? That what you mean?"

"Ah yeah! L-Like that!" Black Star would eagerly nod from Moxxie's question. By the definition of communal living, that was what Black Star went through growing up. They were one large community of women that grew their own food and attended regular sermons together. There were just some extremist beliefs within their commune, however, that the average person would find alarming if they were to know.

There was a very nervous expression on the Sinner's face. Black Star did not anticipate to run into someone so much larger than herself. However, the feline didn't know that she was in Nebula's territory. For this area was completely new to her. As Black Star feels a hand tighten around her scruff, she lets out a frightened squeak while being lifted up. Her tail tucked between her legs while all Black Star could do was dangle helplessly.. and hope the other woman didn't want to eat her.

The gentle rocking and strokes on her back were slowly soothing the Sinner. Black Star would sniffle and slowly rub at her eyes. After she was finished, the tiny feline woman would look up at Uriel and glumly reply. "I.. I think I'd like a snack.. i-if it's not any trouble?" Then as Black Star mentally ponders about the game that the Angel described, only to look confused. Because Black Star had never played a board game before.

"Sure! Here, have some- chips! That's a safe bet and some bottle-o-watah for the chaser! I wouldn't want you to choke after all and it's important to stay hydrated!" Uriel would materialize a plain bag of salted potato chips for Black Star as she would cease and go calm for the rocking.

"Holy shit." The tiny Sinner swore in shock while the food and drink materialized before her very eyes. She would place her paws on the bag of potato chips and open it. Then dig out a handful of the unhealthy treats and scarf them down. "Mmm... so good.." Black Star would say with a mouthful, before Uriel excitedly begun to explain what boardgames are.

Black Star feels most secure when she is following another person's orders/commands. Which is basically why she very rarely questions other people. Because to her, simply doing what others tell her to do makes the Sinner feels safe. This is also why it's easy for Black Star to be manipulated into working for unsavory people.