#mitsukosouma69

from: @mitsuko-souma69 From here. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Snake tilted his head in the general direction of the voice, his blue eye captured sight of a stranger. She’d gone from standing close to sitting on the bar stool adjacent to him, her fine jaw perched on the back of her hand.

She was a pretty thing. Tall, slender form, barely wrapped in revealing clothes. He could tell that she was much younger than she looked. Immaculately kept makeup hid signs of teenage youth and made the sallows of her face look well-defined. Those heels made her legs look long against a paper-thin short skirt. Her brindled hair fell over her shoulders, hiding exposed bra straps. 

Snake did not answer as his attentions went back towards his glass of whiskey, but once he realized that the girl did not leave, he gave her a look. “What?”

“I’m, like, totally bored.” Her pink lips curled to show white teeth. “No need to get so prickly.” That was plausible enough. The bar was far from packed and lacked raucous chatter. Snake being the only foreigner around only attracted attention. He scrutinized her. 

She unsettled him. There was the case of an underage girl with flirtatious murmurs pouring from her lips; granted, that was something that happened before, and it always filled his stomach with repulsion. That aspect was a small part, however. While her eyes were pretty, the gelid gleam from the overhead lights showed an underlying darkness - a darkness that someone so young should not have. Any further interaction with him could pull her into any troubles of his. Most people he knew for years or a few short seconds ended up dead. 

“What? Was I being rude? I’m so sorry.” Her voice dripped with insincerity. “My name’s Mitsuko Souma. I’d like you to call me Souma, or Mitsu~. Whatever you like. What do you call yourself?”

“Snake.” He said lowly.

She paused. “Did you name yourself after your dick?” Mitsuko’s grin widened. “Oh my God, you totally did!”

“No.” A long sigh passed through his nose. She was annoyingly playful, and he could tell that her flirting would continue. He could easily deflect those. Another look into her eyes made him stay in his seat, rather than get up and leave as he initially planned.

There seem to be a lot of bitches who look like me around. It’s really a little upsetting.

Go away, Souma.

I do not possess any tadpoles. I don’t even know why you think I would have such disgusting, scum-loving creatures on my person. In fact, I can probably determine why you would have such a fondness for such spawn.

Because you love to rub them all over your corpulent, ugly body. Just as you have a fondness for that vile filth called makeup.