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Of course, he groans loudy when he realizes she's not gonna leave easily. Contemplates how she begins to touch the scalpel, do smile-y faces and what-have-you. How idiotic, he thinks.

And now he realizes he needs to answer this weird girl, he leaves a sigh come out from his lung and his shoulders build less rigid and his palid hand goes to his face, kind of the facepalm.

"Yeah, that must be it... Of course not, mongoloid. If anything, It must have been because you're ugly and I'm in some kind of holy mission to wipe out all of you, that sounds more plausible for you, or your thick head can't even understand that?"

He says all of this with complete normality, as if it was his daily bread.

✄ - - - First he nearly sticks her tongue to the wall, and then he wants her to piss off? Jeez, talk about mixed signals! Good thing Syo’s here to make everything clean-cut.

Hardly even blinking at his cold stare (she’s seen better, buddy), she smiles sweetly, pulls the scalpel out of the wall with a good tug, and holds it up to her cheek like she’s posing with a pocky stick or something equally innocuous. Whatever he was throwing this for, he’s not getting it back now. Not on her watch.

"Aw, I’m not so bad once you get to know me! It must’ve been my adorable looks that caught your eye, right? I can’t think of another reason why you’d throw a blade at a girl!"

That’s a joke, of course. Syo could name way too many reasons. - - - ✄

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zaiteki started following you

Well well, look what the cat dragged in.

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Without razors? What kind of place is that? Well, maybe the crisis and such. That aside, even if I don't try to shave it for months, it will remain the same, ugh.

“Yeah, well I got this beard for not shavin’ for months. Got cooped up in a place without any razor, and I just decided to keep it. ‘Compliments me.”

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Seems like it, it's really kind of annoying to be in the age and the only thing you can get is a lame three-days beard.

“Hah, thanks. Took plenty a time to grow it all out.”

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beardedboatman

     Hmm, nice beard, man.

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Maybe if he had hidden long enough he would have avoided all of this, he wants nothing more but cut ties with any related to Junko Enoshima, or Hope's Peak in general. He hates how she makes him feel, and he really hates how she still tries to throw venom his way (spits it back. But of course, he knows he's just only a white pawn against the entire black army, after he is just a tiny particle being dragged to its eventually death by a black hole, namely Junko.  

He thinks she may trap him again, and he doesn't doubt so, and he knows it's unwise, but he keeps playing along. He feels his stomach writhing for her words, like if nothing of that mattered for her, but that's how she is, that's the actual Junko for everyone, and he knows it perfectly.

So it's no surprise he remains silent all this time, until now, "It's nostalgic, how much shit you are saying," he says, his tone isn't a welcome one, but that's well-known. He doesn't bristles at her words, in fact he shaves them out of his body easily, "You are just repeating yourself, can't you come with something new? All I'm hearing is grumble grumble, you're pathetic, grumble grumble, and again, you're pathetic, grumble grumble."

He tsks, though isn't to say that he's just being pathetic mimicking like that, but he cares about it? Nope, not in the slightest. He's getting tired of her pathetic remarks, though, so he answers more or less in the same way as her.

"Besides, If I am pathetic, I don't know what you are. Probably a piece of shit overall, in fact I rather be dead -- again, mind you -- than deal with you. Jesus fucking Christ I don't remember that you were that loudy and obnoxious, maybe spending time with someone but me has affected you greatly, probably your brain finally melt out."

     Enticing her to adore the face she likes best, she senses another breath of despair; inviting and as cruel as it is, she allows the sensation to completely engulf her senses. Remembering admittedly the twist of the knife as it squished into his chest, ah such fond memories.

“Ouch, talk about super duper bummer," Even so, she fakes a yawn, brushing a hand across the front of her tresses. "Y’know it’s super Despairingly ugly seeing you this way! Don’t you have something better to talk about? It’s as they say, when in Rome do as the Romans do." Unfortunately they clearly weren’t in Rome, or any part known as Italy in the first place.

“Buuuuut you know what the Romans did?" Swinging on her heel, she faces away from the Neurologist, pointing a finger up to the sky. "It’s horribly cliché, even predictable. Ahaha, you’ve gotta be kidding me! You think you’re a special snowflake? Look in the mirror, you pathetic piece of trash.”

As if she hadn’t heard such insults before, really. Junko had in fact heard every insult, every name and ever word under the book. It wasn’t surprising she’d hear such words from Yasuke, she’d even predicted it— much to her own ability.

It’s almost enough to make her gag, and yet those are the exact noises errating from her right at this second. Even then, she stops— inching closer to the male, with a hand on her hip; bored expression present, she finally speaks, “You’re pathetic, nothing but a small fry, like gum underneath my shoe. You know that?”

Bullshit, even she knows— but it makes her feel much better.

“Ugh, insulting you is even super Despairingly boring.”

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It isn't much surprise that he drifts towards the places misery collects itself. Or he meets people that collect misery themselves. Distasteful, completely distasteful, to be exact. Aside from casting the girl a highly judgmental and condescending stare, however, there wasn't much else the neurologist could do.

The girl who turns around looks like she's some kind of weird, psycho girl. And he has this annoying feeling that he’s actually seen her somewhere before, though he can’t quite place where. The eyes on her are pseudo-intimidating, whilst his eyes are like sparrow’s claws, and Matsuda can tell right off the bat that this one’s a dangerous idiot. What a strange place this city was, a patron saint for idiots. Pathetic.

"...Certainly, I don't. You can make your leave, I don't want anything to do with you, you smell weird and you seem weird. I hate weirdos." 

✄ - - - Ah, what a lovely day — to be a serial killer! It’s the perfect time to get out of that stuffy apartment and do some living! Only a hop, skip and a jump to the best manga dealer in town, and Syo will be rolling in the bishies faster than you can say —

Whoosh.

— slash.

One second she was skipping down the block, the next she’s cold hard staring at this scalpel that nearly gave her a tongue piercing. She turned her head with a spin of braids and her favorite wet muscle. This guy is telling her to come over there and talk.

A stickup, huh? Or an interrogation? Either way, her schedule just got busy.

Not coming over at all, Syo stuck a hand on her hip and stared this sloppy motherfucker down. A cocky smile grew on her lips, knowing full well she could handle herself — she’s a cut above the rest, and her scissors were just a grab away if she needed to prove it.

"Oh yeah? Yeah? You got something to say to me, bed hair?”

Yeah, she bets he does. Does he want to make her prove it? - - - ✄

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Matsuda's attention is catched by the stranger -- that in fact looks like he just stepped out of a idiot convention, his glasses for example. He thinks he should've looked before throwing the scalpel, because he couldn't have picked a worse person. Maybe he would've aimed to his head, but now is too late.

He crosses arms, analyzing this guy closely. He doesn't seem that bad, but hey, the last time he thought that he ended up with a knife incrusted in his chest. So it doesn't really give him a leg up or anything of the sort.

" It already happened, and you aren't harmed, so I dont' see why you would protest, I've seen worse, I mean have you seen those 5 meters folks that can crush you only with their index finger? That's really something to talk about." 

Sometimes you met people in this city that was normal, almost too normal. They were soft spoken and had no abilities and came from a place in the middle of the timeline that was relatively boring without aliens or mutant abilities. And then sometimes you were assaulted while you were standing around thinking about how things like could you get a cat to wear a bow tie.

It was quite rude, the scalpel thing. But it didn’t hit you. You look up, through your glasses, seeing who the hell decided they needed attention that badly. There was no explanation for the behavior, of course. But you doubted there would be, even if you asked.

"Oh yeah you can bet I really want to sit down and have tea with some psycho would would rather try to slice my face open than just ask ‘Hey Yugi, could you stay a little longer? Don’t lob a freaking scalpel at me."

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    Quite a nice day, despite what’s today, he’s enjoying it so far. No one doing something mediocre, something stupid. He enjoys this day because nobody does anything weird. 

     However, there are times that some people is passing by around here(and sometimes with no reason at all. Why, he thinks), and this is one of those moments. Someone is standing in front of him, he can almost perceive it.

     Perceive it and…

  Whoosh!

     A scalpel flies throughout the place, burying itself in the wall, a few centimeters near this person’s face.

     ”Why won’t you come over here and talk. And stop standing there like an autist.”

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❖

Send ❖ for my character's first impression of yours.

…Probably one idiot, obnoxious guy. Not much of a smart guy, who even uses those kind of glasses anyway. I thought we left that era a long time ago.

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Send ❖ for my character's first impression of yours.

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Hey, good nig--

...

Just what the fuck are you people doing. I thought I'd find some inteligence around here, but it seems that, due to circumstances, I was wrong.

Stop undressing, idiots. It's unpleasant to see smelly and fatty people in nudes, or maybe worse. It's not cute either.

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[ a raise of brow ensues, hands stitched to his pockets ]

 Bizarre cowlick you say, that's everything you have to say for yourself? Wow, people may find this amusing. Perhaps you can be a comedian too, there'd be no shortage of laughs at your stupidness, after all.

[ You look over your shoulder to see who this dude is talking to. No one. You frown. ]

DAVE: uh DAVE: me 

[ You point innocently at your own chest. ]

DAVE: i was just standing here beholding your bizarre cowlick DAVE: cant a brother just stand and stare

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

questions about your character.

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Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

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He remained in silent, it doesn’t matter what he says anyway. He arrived a few days ago and she’s already destroying his word (again). When he just put a feet in this place, he grasped in the vain hope of not seeing her again, or anyone related to Hope’s Peak in general, but there he is. What now, he’s going to watch the girl he loves twist the knife in his chest again? He will die twice?

The thing he really wants to know is, did she die to get here? Did she die in despair? Did she die with the same kind of pain, humiliation, and slow burning-out that he did?

"The only thing that’s wrong here is you. But that is just expected, we’re talking about you, after all," He placed his hands in his pockets, and turned around. Doesn’t want to see her ugly, beautiful face.

"Happy? What a funny joke you got right there, idiot girl. As if I’d want another knife inside me again. Go crawl back into your rat-hole again; I know better than to believe in your lies."

“Do I look like I’m laughing, Matsuda-kun? If I stand on my head, whispering your name will it make you feel better?" Yeah, right. As if Junko would ever do such a thing, although it was amusing to think about for the moment. Right, obviously someone thought it was a good idea to bring them both here.

“Wow, that’s super harsh!”

She definitely deserves worse, but she flicks it off with a mere flick of her wrist. “You know, if there’s something wrong, you should tell someone. Someone who cares, though, it’s kinda funny to think about, really. Calling me rude names isn’t gonna help the situation." As sarcastic as it comes, Junko doesn’t care as much as she possibly should.

“You should be happy to be in my presence again," It had definitely been tiresome and bothersome without the neurologist around. "… there’s, like, 76864720 reasons why you should be.”

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Hey you, yes you. What the fuck are you think you're doing? Standing there without doing anything at all. With those glasses and all, I guess you want something? Or you're here to annoy someone -- alas me?, hmm...