#chrysothron

[ TXT: FROM HADES ] are *you* taking care of yourself?

Dark towering buildings are prone to hiding the darkest of conversations ' behind the backs of either future victims and future witnesses ' . Despite how new Ms. Harris was to the City itself, she felt at home, in a way where she can find and be used to the new oddities that appear within such a sight, especially the ' distortions that she does not need to utilize her ability for ' .

A singular night after her recent case, she decided to venture into these backstreets, exploring this specific portion to give herself time to ' think, to absorb more of what the City has to offer ' . Her current exploration, just like any other, is quiet for the most part, until she ' witnesses movement from within a corridor ' . Her booted heels froze against the cold ground, her eyes trailing over towards the corridor, reminiscing in the memories of the brown and tan flash that ' appeared a split second after her vision briefly skewed there ' . And for that, such as a cat would, she decided to walk down through the corridor, her eyes piercing towards the left side as if expecting to see a figure stand ' before her, hostile or not, when she turns the corner ' . A step was all it took for her to lean out the corridor, and glance over, her eyes immediately piercing towards the direction she ' assumed the individual would be waiting for her ' .

junko can't help but laugh, but it comes out wrong... a mix of her and meursault's voices, as if she couldn't remember her own voice anymore, and needed his to bolster it.

"ah, how long has it been?~" she begins, still borrowing the frenchman's voice, before it melts away along with his appearance.

meursault's gise melts away into murkuro, before a pause. junko's silent for a moment, but before the black hair can completely turn into a familiar red... junko enoshima stands before hesita in all of her glory. "finally!~" she grins, happily, stretching out her limbs like a cat, "it's sooo nice to be out of that stupid meatheads body."

"pupupu~ wasn't it fun?" junko asks hestia, "being able to pretend that he cared for you in the same way you care for him?~" she purrs, her eyes darkening. "i know it was fun for me, mon amour~"

then, as fast as the question is asked, junko doesn't seem to care anymore, especially as she throws aside the stolen gauntlets as if they were trash.