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￥－”Scuse me, I’m almost as cute as Nonon is,” Though he wasn’t even close to coming on the same level as her. Putting his phone away, he furrowed his brow, “Wow, did Nonon not tell any of ya’ll? Even Sanageyama knows, but eh he was there when I proposed so uh…” "N’ why would I talk to some woman I don’t know?" Not that he had anything against Mako, but he wasn’t exactly familiar with her, "Didn’t Satsuki say something? She planned the baby shower n’ all that stuff. I woulda thought ya’ll woulda known. Guess I could still say somethin’ though…."

                                      "Bro, don't take this the                                         wrong way, but you're as cute                                         as a malfunctioning toaster."

                   The words were delivered in trademark                    deadpan, but really she was just fuckin'                    with him - as usual. If she couldn't fuck                    with him by threatening his life (which                    was probably a terrible thing she should                    never do anyway), she was gonna just...                    gently...bully him.

                                      "Satsuki and I don't see each                                         other a lot, not since school                                         started anyway. But thanks for                                         telling me though, now I have                                         an excuse to go talk to her.                                         Oh! Maybe we can fight like the                                         old days."

                   Was it weird that she felt a pang of                    nostalgia at that? Things had been much                    simpler back then; she'd been a Matoi,                    Satsuki was a Kiryuuin, Kiryuuins were bad                    and it had just been, all around, way easier                    to know the right person to hit.

          The blonde female began by arranging her papers by name and alphabetical order, and then by c l a s s. Deeply involved in the matter at hand, she did not notice the n e w c o m e r, until she was upon her. 

With great caution - seeing as somehow this girl had penetrated her personal space without her knowing; things she was usually [ aware ] of without fault - she raised her head up to look at her and stared at her with eyes that seemed to be unseeing.If she wanted her attention, she sure as hell had it now. It was unusual for 

a. ) Someone to get close to her without her k n o w i n g 

                                 &

b. ) For someone to get close to her at all without cowering back in fear.

          "Funny, I was just about to ask ya the same thing there, red banana streak." From this particular female, the words were teasing, not insulation. She was being friendly though she knew most didn’t see it as such. 

                          That girl sure looked busy; she was filing                           papers like that shit was going out of style,                           so deeply involved she'd not heard the                           hush of worn white sneakers over the                           floorboards. Wasn't like Ryuuko had been                           actively trying to sneak on her - she just                           didn't bump into random shit like most folk.

                          Maybe that's why she was looking at her                           like she'd grown a second head; like the                           blonde had never had anybody pop into her                           personal space before.

                          Whatever, she was down with weird shit.

                          A grin split her features as the female                           skewered her over her own unusual hair                           color; 'course, she was more likely than not                           to insult folk, so it didn't bother her overly                           much. Was like her own brand of affection.

                                                   "Ah, this? Sort of like - a birthday gift," she                                                       floundered; one does not, after all, divulge                                                       the entirety of their ridiculous past on a                                                       stranger.

Oh for fu- Wincing as one of those strands was tugged on, rather painfully as a matter of fact, she had half a mind to just shank the brat right then and there. Or give her a nasty haymaker to the neck. Or rip her head off. Any of those would work. "Did I fucking ask for your help?!” Smoke was practically coming out of her nose. Hadn’t they heard of personal space? By now, she was gently rubbing the sore spot, practically snarling at the other too. "Fucking hell… Not like I can do anything about the stupid little antennae anyway." Honestly, it was either style them like this or look like her hairdresser was a cow who just slobbered over her hair and called it a job well done.

                          There was nothing more challenging than                           maneuvering around a woman you'd just                           totally pissed off, and Ryuuko knew that                           better than most - most of her activities                           recently had actually centered around                           being a thorn in the side of her enemies,                           which she was very good at.

                          And it didn't help it was just about the funniest                           thing that had happened to her recently. Chick                           just came waltzing by with her floaty antennae                           bits fluttering around in the wind and she'd                           been catlike in her desire to paw at and play                           with what she'd (clearly) erroneously thought                           was like, string or somethin'.

                                                  "Ah, shit, sorry, I didn't mean to pick on ya or                                                     nothin' like that. Kids used to pick on me about                                                     my red hair a lot, couldn't get rid of it no matter                                                     what."

                          'Cause, y'know, she did empathize - but being                           just around half-human, she had the ability to                           do so, whereas the blonde in front of her was                           more of a crazed sociopathic shell of what was                           once a human. Shoving her hands in her                           pockets, the delinquent peered at Larxene, up                           and down, as if evaluating her.

                                                  "It looks good on ya," she concluded with a                                                     shrug of her shoulders. "Can ya use it to pick up                                                     television signals though?"

Okay, very funny. Sora just stands there awkwardly as she laughs at him. He guess he got why swinging a giant key was hilarious, but it was sort of normal to him at this point. Actually he had friends who had them too, so it wasn’t like he was the only one out there. "Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, I get it!" Sora rolled his eyes with a frown. He didn’t exactly get why it was so funny. She was no peach herself. "Scissor blade? Who goes around with half a pair of scissors? Isn’t that kinda the point of having two blades?” Like he was one to talk. His blade looked even duller than hers. That was saying something.

                          Ryuuko wanted to snicker at him - he was                           such a gullible kid, she deserved a                           goddamn Oscar for not picking on him -                           but then there was the fact he was also                           just a gullible kid and her pickin' on him                           would more likely than not be really, really                           ...cruel.

                                                    "I dunno, turns out my dad's weird a bunch                                                     of ways. He made this uniform for me too -                                                     his name's Senketsu," she offhandedly                                                     introduced, pointing a thumb at the sentient                                                     clothing she wore; a lone red eye was fixed                                                     on the boy.

                          Reaching into the pocket at her skirt, the youth                           pulled out a miniaturized version of the red                           scissorblade - which grew to its original size                           with what she was 100% 50/50 was due to the                           influence of Senketsu's Life Fibers. Maybe                           hers. Who knew with this sort of weird alien shit.

                                                    "I'm actually lookin' for the woman who's                                                     holding the other half of this scissor. She's the                                                     one who killed my pops, so I'm gonna kick her                                                     ass up and down Honno, y'know what I'm sayin?"

⊰ ♥.❜   " Oh, baby you know there’s no such word in                    my dictionary as ‘no’. Be rough with me,                    that’s how I like it the most.  Now, let’s get                    nasty~! “