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“Will these stupid scientists ever bring in somebody cute enough for me to make my servant? I’m tired of making my own food!”

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While the technology back home may have been lacking, she’d slowly learned to maneuver just about everything technology-related placed in her hands. It was probably in part to an old companion, one who was about as tech-savvy as they came....and weird.

Really weird.

But nevertheless, it’s only because of him that she’s managing to NOT flounder as she walks, eyes glued to the device in her hands. She’d watched enough times to get the gist of how it works, but still... 

“Ugh. Which of these stupid things is the ‘home’ button? I don’t need the camera up!” 

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“It’s completely disgraceful! Back home, I’d never let anybody I know wear things so drab and ugly! Well, the ones I bothered with.” Absalom could keep his dirty blue outfits for himself. She wanted nothing to do with them.

“I’d love to have more cute girls around here! And more cute things in general! I’m so tired of these gross outfits and nasty people. It’s why I only choose to hang around the most adorable stores and cafes. At least those places know how to present.”

( ♔ )  　“What a drag… It’s like they don’t even care how they look. Don’t they have any pride in their appearances? Sooooooo disappointing. At least we’re the cutest ones here, right? But it ain’t much of a contest without any real competition.”

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Truthfully, Perona doesn’t really treat the younger girl much like a boss. She’d prefer not to take orders from someone younger than her to begin with, but she was surprisingly good with a sewing machine, and her sense of style wasn’t half bad. A lot of it wasn’t to Perona’s taste, but she’d found quite a few pieces tailored to fit her preferences. There’s a wave of a well-manicured hand at the apology, eyes still on the prize.

“Don’t apologize if I’ve already said yes! There’s no bothering when it comes to something cute!” She wasn’t the best at being ‘soft’ or encouraging without a few harsh words, but at least she tries. It’s the thought that counts, right?

Perona offers a nod and takes a brisk walk to the fitting rooms, not bothering to look back as she closes the door and switches her clothes from what she was wearing to what she was given. Her previous outfit is carefully folded to avoid wrinkles, and she tugs on her new threads with quick and professional hand only a clothes lover could manage.

Folded items in hand, she exits like a model ready for her closeup, and only knocks on the back door once before opening it like a woman on a mission.

“You know, if you have any more of these, you should let me keep it! It’d be a super cute addition to my wardrobe.”

          ❝ Ah..really? ❞ She sounds just a little bit surprised when she shouldn’t be. After all of these months, Marinette’s still not used to being the boss of anything and she’d rather…treat her employees like friends rather than people who work for her when it came down to it. But she smiles, obviously pleased at the fact that Perona has agreed to model the clothing for her. ❝ Great! I’m sorry to bother you, again. ❞ As even though it’s kind of her job to do these things, Marinette’s still…you know, not used to ordering anyone around.

          ❝ If you could change and meet me in the back, then! ❞ hands gesture to the fitting rooms and then to the door at the way back of the boutique, a room that was commonly used for taking photographs that would be put into magazines.

          ❝ I’ll go get everything set up for you! ❞

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“I know exactly what you mean. Honestly, it’s like half this city is clothing challenged. It’s disgusting.

There’s so few people in this dirty city who know how to dress! At least you and me are some of them, but finding decent clothing stores around here or somebody who knows a lick about cute fashion is harder than it should be! It’s sad, isn’t it? I’ve been here for almost a year and it still never changes!”

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( ♔ )  　“Hey, isn’t this place kind of strange? Everyone’s dressed so strangely, and it isn’t even the same kind of strange. Y’know, like when you go to another country and everyone’s wearing weird clothes, but it’s all the same weird clothes? Even your clothes are weird, but at least they look good on you. You pull ‘em off real nice, but most of these guys might as well be wearing rags. Not that it matters, but like I said, it’s strange that they aren’t wearing the same kind of rags, you know?”

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Considering the people she’d found in her company the last little while, somebody her own age and with her own sense of style was a godsend. No boys who didn’t know how to take care of themselves, no grody morons getting on her nerves, just her, a cute girl, and an appreciation for clothes. It’s these little moments that make her stay here truly tolerable.

A leg crosses over the other, dainty heeled shoe tapping on the floor as she beams. She especially finds herself enamored with the seer volume of the other’s pigtails-- not too much unlike Perona’s curled own. Perona’s attention does snap back once she’s spoken to again, of course.

“Oh, of course! Anything for somebody else with a good sense of taste!” The term ‘gyaru’ is only mildly foreign now-- nearly a year in this place had left her with a lot more knowledge than she had started out with. It wasn’t bad, although in some cases it was too gaudy for her tastes.

The abrupt question catches her a bit off guard, but she doesn’t dwell on it for as long as you’d think.

“Horohoro, you’re far from gross. See some of the people I meet, and you’ll find out what i mean. Ugh, honestly...” She reflects back onto a certain skinless individual, before turning her attentions back to the question. “How can I say no to cute girls AND shopping? You’ve got a deal!”

► It was crude to assume that every individual Junko Enoshima touched with her interest was simple fodder meant to inevitably feed her twisted mind. In the past, it was simple enough to take whatever rabble she could find and kill them in elaborate and fucked up ways, but this city’s respawn made it all too easy for a victim to recall her hand in their death. If she indiscriminately acted in the same fashion she had at home, it was inevitable her actions would be uncovered and her fun spoiled.

So there was nothing wrong with playing the part of the young woman she was now and again. A cute girl in this shithole was plenty of cause for celebration.

“I see, I see~! You’ll have to show me that shop. Gyaru’s kinda my thing, but I’m keen on different fashions too!” Perhaps the only part of Junko that was authentic was the part of her that was the SHSL Fashionista. It was still one of many guises, but one she’d held a longtime. “Well, am I in the gross half or the ‘worth it’ half? We could find out. How about a shopping date?”

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“Ugh!

Can’t you disgusting FREAKS have a little more class?! Kill someone a little more elegantly if you’re going to! I don’t need your filthy mess around while I’m shopping! And why are you trying so hard to be scary, anyway!? You just look tasteless!”

What a model citizen.

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loser sitting alone all by herself

nobody asked for your opinion you forgotten 5th wheel

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2 weeks pass, and there’s no mention, no acknowledgement. Well, it wasn’t too different from staying in the castle, where the two other people there didn’t seem to care much about it in general, but still. Having one year go by without an eyelash batted instead of extravagant celebrations was bad enough, but two?

“...I-It’s not like I wanted any of these freaks to notice anyway! Whatever! I had plenty of fun by myself, I don’t need them!”

Bullshit.

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Malls were amazing inventions, as Perona had found out. It had all the different styles and accessories in close range of each other, meaning less travelling for everything she wanted. Plus, a paycheck meant more clothes, and more clothes meant a better mood. Needless to say, with bags hanging from her fingers, she was in a great mood right now.

“Oh?” This wasn’t the first time she’d been called out like that, but she can’t say she dislikes it. In fact, it’s the opposite. The woman talking to her is adorable, and anybody with an appreciation for her style is alright in her books, which is what leads her to pull out one of the seats and plop down with a grin.

“Horohorohoro...for two questions from someone cute, I’ll give you two answers. A store in sector 5, one of the few places that knows the definition of cute. And...” It seems like an irrelevant question to her, but she’ll answer anyway. “And I am. Like half the gross creeps in this city are worth paying attention to!”

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► Sure, she was an ‘evil’ mastermind hell bent on bringing ruin to the human race through acceptance of despair as the ultimate high, but there was things that Junko could appreciate outside of that. Fashion, for one. Her Super High School Level title wasn’t simply something she’d invented, but was a legitimate part of herself that she’d embraced for a time. 

It just so happened to have been the perfect cover. 

“You! Yes, you! Come here for a sec, take a seat!” It was through this calling that another woman caught her eye. Junko herself had been chilling in a mall food court, only for her to flag down a pink haired beauty with some amazing fashion sense. “Two questions! Where did you buy your clothes? And, you single?” It wouldn’t be any fun if she couldn’t at least toy with this girl.

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Having a job isn’t exactly the sort of thing Perona would have seen herself doing, but not only did she need the money, it seemed like the only thing that would suit her. Of course, it won’t stop her from being picky, occupying her time with sorting through the store’s clothes with the eye of a woman of a mission. The tap on her shoulder is preceded by her name, and it’s only the familiar voice that stops her from giving the speaker a dirty look.

“Oh? How rude! They should have a little more respect than that.” Her venom tossed out, she takes the clothing in question, turning it over in her hands and holding it up to the light for a better look at the colors.

“Horohorohoro...of course! Any opportunity to wear something cute is fine with me! It’s nice to be recognized around here.”

           ❝ Hey, Perona? ❞ A gentle tap is given to the other’s shoulder. This isn’t the first time Marinette’s approached her, but she feels bad not letting her know ahead of time about needing her right now. She just…doesn’t like to unexpectedly drop expectations on people, but what can you do? ❝ Uhm…you wouldn’t mind modelling this outfit for me, would you? ❞ It was her job, of course she wouldn’t mind. Even still, Marinette’s extra nice and careful when asking.

          ❝ The person who was supposed to originally wear it canceled on me…and I was thinking it wouldn’t really look right on anyone else but you. ❞

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“Excuse me?!  You should consider yourself lucky I’d even waste time talking to you!” And he’s ignoring her, too. What gall! She listens to him talk, watches him move, and all the while, her cheeks puff like a blowfish at his choice of words. Cops? Oh, right. That noise in the background. You see, ‘authority’ didn’t make those noises back home, so it took a moment to even click. Not that it needs to, because within a moment of him giving her another look, the door bursts open and she lets out another shriek.

“Eek--” Oh, those were weapons. And they were looking at him and her. It only just dawns on her that being caught like this only has negative connotations, and she takes a step back with her fingers wrapped tight around her umbrella hand. “W-Wait, why are you looking at me?! This is all him! He did it! I don’t care if you shoot him, but leave me out of it! I didn’t do anything!”

It seems it’s going to take a lot more than that to convince a pair of police officers, and she shrinks in response to the raised weapons. She could use her ghosts for sure if needed, but it’s not the foremost thing on her mind. Instead, Perona looks between them and finally the man who got her into this situation...and then she ducks behind him and gives a rather harsh push to his back.

“Deal with your own problem! This is your fault, so you fix it! Make it up to me for ruining everything!”

who even does that

          Well, that’s surprising. He’d been expecting more a reaction, for her to scream and cower in fear at him. She didn’t even bother to run out the store, though the smell of burning flesh does seem to bother her a bit. What does strike him as a little odd is that she’s not the least bit concerned with how he just murdered somebody right in front of her. 

          She’s definitely got something wrong up there, but that’s something for him to wonder about some other time. The sounds of sirens blare in the distance, as it seems their now dead friend there had managed to trip the silent alarm and if neither of them moved, things would get nasty in a couple of minutes when the police burst through those shop doors. ❝ You talk too much, you know that? ❞ He doesn’t really care for what she’s saying, so he doesn’t listen.

          ❝ Cops are on the way, if you don’t wanna be in the middle of this I suggest you book it outta here, princess. ❞ he moves from behind the glass counter top now, striding right past her and begins to pick up the gold and silver accessories he’d let fall to the floor much earlier. They’re stuffed into his pockets, and he turns back to her once again only to give a dull stare. ❝ Dealing with you is making me slow, ❞ and just as he says that, two police officers burst through the doors, guns in their hands as they look at the two of culprits. Well, only one of them was the culprit, it was unfortunate that she’d now become an accessory.

          ❝ Gotta get rid of these guys too then… ❞

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You know some needlessly edgy people, Perona.

I should have stepped on him again.

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“Hey! It’s that dirty bastard who threatened me!”

That’s the only commentary she has upon browsing her phone with more skill than she would have a while ago. Just the sight of that ugly, purple, stitched face causes her to puff out her cheeks, irritation adorning her face as she closes the video without a second thought.

“I hope somebody breaks his ugly face in. A beating is the least he deserves!”

Hostages? What hostages? She’s just angry at the guy for ruining a shopping trip.

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He’s giving her that stupid, dull-eyed look again. Again! And after everything! He of all people should realize she doesn’t compromise--ever. She’s just about had enough of this nasty treatment. Her mood is completely going sour, and when she had been pleasant enough to buy something for someone else, too. 

Of course, he has to open his mouth again, and this time it’s to embarrass her. Cheeks flush in shock as she’s promptly corrected on her pronunciation, mouth agape for a moment as she realizes she’d been saying it wrong for...well, god knows how long. It’s not like she has the things back home, how is she supposed to know how to say it when she doesn’t even fully understand what it is?

“Y...You...I-I knew that! Don’t make fun of me, you bastard! Why should I care about how you say it anyway?! It’s not important!” Fumbling over her own words isn’t going to make it any better, but she tries, at least. Tries for approximately 5 seconds before she notices he’s finally dropped his guard.

Perona fumes for another moment, staring at his gaudy shoes as a split second plan pops to mind. One that absolutely isn’t going to dangerous or life-threatening in the least. Of course. 

So, she THROWS herself at him, surprisingly fast for a woman in heels.

Physically, she’s severely lacking, but she thankfully has the element of surprise on her side. With a mighty tug on his arm, she pulls him in the direction of the wide-open bathroom before letting go to give him a mighty shove with every ounce of strength in her body.

The moment he’s within it’s confines, she yanks the wooden door closed with an obnoxious slam and grips the doorknob tight, allowing a triumphant laugh to escape.

“Hah! That’s what you get for ignoring my generosity! I’m not going to let you out of there until you take a shower and wash that greasy mop, so you might as well just do as I say for once!”

knock knock bitch

Depsite all that Tomura had thrown her way, Perona still wasn’t deterred. It annoyed the villain so that this girl somehow didn’t give up yet, even after he told her to stop and go away so many times. Some people are worse than annoying. Their stubbornness is beyond anything that Tomura can comprehend.

Then again, Perona claimed herself a princess, didn’t she? A princess with zombie servants, who got what she wanted if she so much whimpered for it. That was it, right? So here he had to deal with a snotty brat who always got what she wanted, whenever she wanted it. What a damn pain.

Not to mention the fact that she changes moods at the drop of a hat. Suddenly encouraging him? Why? It made less than no sense to him for her to do that. ‘Things will get better! You just have to try!’ Those words were wasted on the villain, really. They were wasted on him and out of place, especially in this situation.

  But then, Tomura didn’t mind bargaining, especially not when he was promised some peace of mind. That, and the girl actually said ‘vidya’. Unbelievable.

        “Are you serious. Are you actually for real? People love to say one thing and then do another you know?”

He crossed his arms and gave her a look. But the tension was quickly broken once he thought of her saying ‘vidya’ again.

       “Heh. Vidya. You actually said vidya. It’s video. Video game.”

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Perona appreciated eyes on her, providing they were of the appraising and complimenting variety. After all, who would dare look at her otherwise? Besides somebody with no taste or a death wish.

That being said, the stranger’s gift is surprising pleasing. Pink and white...the perfect colors for her. A bit of black would have been nice, but there didn’t seem to be too many black flowers around here, so she’d have to make do. A smile slides over her painted lips as she takes the offered crown and turns it around in her hands.

“Horohoro, so you know style when you see it! You deserve credit for that!”

She couldn’t help but notice this girl walking past her. She was wearing the most ridiculous heels she’s ever seen in her life. How did she walk in those? Why is her makeup so… weird?

Her outfit was cute though, so she handled her a flower crown with fresh pink tulips and white daisies.

“Here, for your outfit today.” Might as well compliment her since most people in the city didn’t know how to dress for their lives.

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