Am I Very Wrong...?

"You know, actually, Seren..." Mimi leaned in, conspiratorial. "I'm really quite strange. You wouldn't know it, and I'd never tell anyone - heaven forbid, Eleonora -, but sometimes I think if the rest of BLADE knew what I was capable of, they wouldn't trust me to take missions on my own."

On her own. Even Seren knew that that never happened, since Yelv never let her go anywhere alone. It wasn't that he was suspicious and mistrustful, or even necessarily that he was overprotective; he was just a big baby, which Seren surely knew.

But Mimi? Diabolical? Sinister? Strange?

Seren thought for a moment, their face completely blank to all who might look on, conjuring the image of Mirabilis crouched in a corner systematically detaching and reconnecting the intestines of a Blatta to hook up to the opposite systems, so that instead of producing toxins, it siphoned them from the atmosphere. Or something. Seren was no xenobiologist. Seren hardly knew how the human stomach was purported to work.

Mimi frowned, seeing Seren drifted off to another solar system, another galaxy, far, far away. "Seren? Do you still...trust me?"

Blinking rapidly, as if roused from REM sleep, Seren made a final conclusion on their dream trip.

"Naaahhhhhh."

as someone with an irrational mental block about aggressively quirky ocs (i don't know what it is. i will never know) of course i don't believe it either. but i take you at your word. if that makes any sense (talking to myself, this will not be able to merit a response) i think it's the inverse of the chris fleming bit about the meanest people wanting to claim soft tiny forest animals as their personality. people are just bolder than me etc