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              “–… Huh?”

At first, the villain is CONFUSED by the sudden offering– in all actuality, he’d forgotten that he’d asked for it! But when his eyes fall upon the large, unopened bag, he lights up, cautiously taking it off her hands– though still relatively eager. 

“It’s my candy, you bastard.”

*throws candy at twice*

                 “-- OW, OW, OW!!  DON’T THROW SO HARD!!”

“Or…” he raises a brow “We could get real food and not eat literal garbage. What do you want to eat? I’ll pay of course.”

He makes a mental note to dump some money into twice’s account. He was probably out of groceries too… Giran might be spoiling him, rather than letting him be self-sufficient, but he couldn’t stand knowing that twice lived the way he did

                “-- AW, YOU’RE SO MEAN!! ARE YOU SURE IT’S OKAY?” It was certainly a very tempting offer-- but he didn’t want to be a bother. “Anything’s fine, I guess! I mean, I guess I’d like something HOT if I had a choice-- REALLY GETTIN’ TIRED OF COLD SOGGY FOOD.”

“I think the milk in the fridge went bad, too... CEREAL SUCKS!!“

        They sneer at him, luminous sights cast downward at the pitiful sight of the other villain.  Was this really the same man that had overwhelmed their troops in the city?

           Despicable.  It was a tragedy that as STRONG as this man was he was defective.

      “—THE ONE CURIOUS DEALT WITH WAS A BRAT.  Skeptic would not have done what he did had you just COOPERATED.  You made things much harder for yourself.  Consider yourself lucky I was not the one you fought.  I would not have shown as much mercy.”

            They crouch down to his level, avoiding the leg that had attempted to kick them, eyes locked onto him like a starved animal. 

             “—It’s truly unfortunate that with someone of your capabilities, I only see a poor broken fool now.”

                  “-- COOPERATE!!? WITH WHAT!!? YOU ATTACKED US!!!”

“YOU TOOK GIRAN AND YOU ATTACKED US!!! IT’S YOUR FAULT!!! IT’S BALDY’S FAULT TOO, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY YOUR FAULT!!! YOU’RE SO LUCKY I BROKE MY ARMS BECAUSE I’D FUCKING KILL YOU!!! YOU’RE STUPID!!“ The added antagony snaps him right back to focus, and although he’s still conflictive, now he’s ANGRY.

                      And this time, with them right in his face, he openly rears his foot out again, aiming to connect the heel of his boot with their face from under their hood.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I DON’T FUCKIN’ WANT YOUR SODA NOW!!“

           THIS MAN WAS A NUISANCE.  Why Skeptic had such a complex over him they would never understand. Pride? Something to prove? Naivete?  Their patience was thinning, and rapidly.  

               “THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?  NO ONE ELSE THREW IT.”

               They approach him without fear, each step they take unfaltering and full of vigor until they’re only inches apart. 

               “TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS,maybe then i’ll consider getting you another.  So.  How do you plan on fixing this, COPY MAKER?”

                 TWICE visibly FLINCHES when Apocrypha abruptly stomps towards him, his still healing arms tucked tightly to his chest from where he sits on the ground, staring up at them before rapidly shaking his head.

“ME!! IT’S MY FAULT!! IT’S THE OTHER ME!! I’M SO MEAN!!!“

                     His leg kicks out, aiming to kick Geten in the shin through their armor, but he tries to force himself to lay back instead, his leg flailing in air momentarily-- though thankfully missing them aside from ghosting by. 

“IT’S YOUR  FRIEND’S FAULT!!!”

                ”HE FUCKED WITH MY HEAD!!!“

          The can happens to bonk them right in the back of their head, not inciting much of a reaction from the hooded figure other than a small glance — though irritation begins to twist their shadowed features; brows furrowing and lips creased into a frown.  The contents had managed to spill out and onto the thick fabric of their coat, something they’d have to take care of soon so it wouldn’t stain.

                    “…I’m not your parent, nor am I a bartender.  Get your own — besides,” they look down at the sad-looking can on the floor, “You didn’t even finish it.  And now it’s all over me.  You’re lucky I can’t KILL YOU.”

                         …They’re sure Shigaraki would have a fit.  And more casualties was something they wanted to avoid…  for the sake of the others.  Redestro’s. 

                “-- HEY, NOT MY FAULT!!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!!” And for the most part, he really didn’t. Ever since his fight with those awful copies of him that weren’t him, he’s been experiencing weird muscle spasms and the like.

“I really really didn’t mean to!! PLEASE? THAT ONE WAS GROSS!!“

                   “NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!!! STOP IT, I JUST WANT ANOTHER!!”

“Forgive me, for my horrendous manners. Seems that it’s been some years since I’ve spoken to someone outside of my own disciples.” He bowed his head slightly.

“My name is Jester. Jester Karture. You can say that I am simply a fan or perhaps a disciple of this League of Villains, having made a long and arduous journey from the States.”

                 “THAT’S NOT CREEPY AT ALL!!!”

“I mean-- I know we’re super cool an’ all, but that’s a little weird...“ He wasn’t particularly sure how to feel about someone who knew all about him-- and virtually knew nothing vice-versa.

“Well besides that.” He laughs, feeling his feet touch the ground once again. “Did you have anything planned for today?”

              “UM... I guess I was gonna bum around for something to eat-- you wanna come with me? I KNOW A REALLY GOOD SANDWICH PLACE THAT THROWS OUT REALLY GOOD SANDWICHES!!”

“I’d hardly say that you’re defective nor that your quirk “sucks”? Honestly I’d take your abilities over what most mages tries to pass off as “magecraft” or a quirk any day of the week.”

He smiles softly. “It may have it’s downsides, but there are upsides, like when you gave the MLA a damned good show.”

                 At first he looks behind himself before pointing at himself questioningly.

“-- Do? DO I KNOW YOU? I mean, YEAH we kicked their fuckin’ ASSES-!!”

               “DEFECTIVE…? What the FUCK is that supposed ta’ mean!?” JIN squints at them through his mask, brow furrowed indignantly as he glares at them.

“YOU’RE THE DEFECTIVE ONES! WE BEAT YOU! FAIR N’ SQUARE!!“