SPECTRAL

          ❝ 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.

“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.

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.

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.

► 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. 

“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.

          ❝ 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. ❞

“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.

          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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.