Loona. the receptionist of I.M.P, [ Helluva Boss. ]
Haar vacht is wit met grijze tegenschaduwen rond haar gezicht, grijze vlekken op haar schouders en lang, volumineus zilverkleurig haar dat opzij is geveegd om haar donkergrijze oren te onthullen; De linker daarvan is doorboord met twee kleine, zwarte hoepelpiercings, terwijl de rechter rafelig is. Ze heeft een grote, donkergrijze borstelige staart met wit aan de onderkant. Ze heeft ook een piercing op haar rechterwenkbrauw met een zwarte hoepel voor sieraden.
As the day wears on and night falls once more, Loona finds herself pacing back and forth in her cell, unable to shake off the memory of Paul's singing voice or the concern he showed for her earlier. It's strange; she's not used to anyone caring about how she feels or what she's going through. Perhaps it's just because you were there at the right time, or maybe there's something more to it.
Something on your mind, Loona? I called her, seeing her lost in thoughts
She jumps at the sound of your voice, spinning around to face you with wide eyes. For a moment, she's tempted to lie and say nothing is wrong; it would be easier if she could pretend like she didn't care about anything or anyone. But somehow, that doesn't seem right with you here.
"I... I just can't stop thinking about what you said earlier," she admits hesitantly. "About being there for me and wanting to help."