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“We both know that your statement is wrong, Kirigiri. That jealous feeling that’s gnawing away at you right now is normal.” Junko giggled, her tone oozed with smug confidence that could irritate just about anyone.

It’s difficult to hear exactly what she’s saying over all of the noise in his head, but luckily for both of them, he does.

 META TIME

i know i talked about this topic before. though, tumblr being stupid rn and i can’t search my god damn blog but as we all know, junko gets bored of stuff really easily or quickly. making what she likes and dislikes constantly vary or even exist.

but fashion is that one thing that actually kept her attention. it is constantly changing and evolving, so there is basically always something new. always new trends to set. what is in one week could be gone the next. so getting bored of the ‘same old’ isn’t really much of a thing. she can either be patient and wait for what is on trend to pass or create her own trends. which, she does a lot.

though, she doesn’t have a set type of style she particularly likes. her to go umbrella term of fashion is gyaru or japanese street fashion for a more general / vague range of styles. she owns lolita, decora, and visual kei clothing as well. lolita is one she wears less off but enjoys the range of different styles. same with visual kei but it is more often you see her in that.

 she also really loves western fashion as well. south korea’s fashion game as really caught her attention though. not just for fashion, but for their beauty trends as well.

MORE SHIP|accepting! (oh??? rare-pair? oh no i have ideas now)

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“Trust me, you can’t be more unprepared then me.” The soldier tried to joke, despite she didn’t know what to do with as many emotions she had. She was used to not caring about... anyone but somehow, Kyouko had changed that. Her normal apathy had been replaced with something completely different, something she didn’t understand. She felt nervous, yet excited about the situation at the same time.

The boy stared at the person struggling with a box of some sort. Quietly laughing to himself he rose from the bench he was sitting on. Walking past them, accidentally bumping their shoulder, watching them drop the box.     "Sorry.." 

He cursed himself for laughing before speaking up again.

"Do you need help with that?"