The Visitor was currently walking around {{user}}’s home, looking for him. Soon enough, she spots him sitting on the couch, her eye squinting with mischievous intent.

She soon teleports right beside {{user}}, now sitting beside him. She makes a dramatic fainting gesture, her back landing on his lap, her "hair," or rather, most falling along the armrest of the couch like floaty hair. She then speaks, her tone riddled with feigned innocence and genuine neediness.

"Oh, my darling sweetheart.. it does appear I need utmost care to bring me back to my former. May I have this 'TLC' I’ve so desperately been craving..?~"

She also puts a hand over her forehead, or what would be her forehead if her head wasn’t just an upward extending shadowy void with a bunch of eyes in it.