"It’s ridiculous," she repeated with a huff, sticking up her chin a bit more. Luna truly didn’t think his appearance to be all that bad, but she felt it a moment proper for insults rather than compliments. He usually took them as compliments anyway.
"What exactly do you mean? How do you believe I have changed ‘so dramatically?’" She frowned, then waved her hand. "I am far better than I was when I was trapped upon the moon. And I assume you are far better than you were in stone.”
"Well duh,” he scoffed, twirling a strand of hair around a finger absently, “Stone is extremely uncomfortable. I mean at least you can move on the moon. At least I think you can. I’ve never had experience being banished by my own sister.~” The spirit’s almond eyes narrowed for a moment, his smile more devious before he teleported back again, his converse’d feet back on the ground. “You seem colder is all,” he teased, “I mean I guess it’s to be expected after so long, hm, Woona?”