#oumakura

Some of my art of DICE!Izuru and kokichi, I have been thinking about this since playing utdp and it has been causing my brain to rot.

When it came to the amount of personality you can fit into one small animal, if your scale started at earthworm, Kokichi Oma considered himself to fall on the far side of parrotlets and well into the chihuahuas at least.

Like a chihuahua, and (he felt) even less deservedly, Kokichi Oma was not to everyone's tastes. Especially people with cruddy senses of humour. In particular, if you forced him to specify, those people currently chasing him across campus with chains and flick knives.

Hahaha! Peons! He was leading them to their doom.

Kokichi didn't slow down for the plaza fountain. He vaulted onto the rim and, heedless of the heavy spray, executed an acrobatic puckish leap through the mantle. He landed on the other side still running. The yells behind him became more confused for a moment.

Finally.

"Izzyboo help meeeee!" Kokichi, skidding dangerously, ducked behind his boyfriend; then, judging that even this might not be enough, burrowed into the coffee-stain mess of hair and began to climb.

"How have you annoyed the Crazy Diamonds this time?"

Kokichi's head popped out behind Izuru's shoulder. "I find it," he said, "incredibly cynical of you to assume I did anything to those joyless bozo-zokus. Just so unworthy of you, Izzy."

"I apologise," said Izuru tonelessly.

"If you even care, they were being very mean to me. They punched my face and called me a talentless hack, babygirl! They stuffed me in a trash can and made me cry!"

Izuru, without dislodging his piggyback rider, drew himself up straight just as the Diamonds spotted them both and panted over.

"Got you cornered, you little--"

Wait for it...

As they caught sight of Izuru's intensifying glare, contrasted by the not-at-all-tearful glee of Kokichi over his shoulder, the smarter ones were already backing away.

Ah, the fear. That was what an evil genius overlord lived for.