@zetsomen sent,
hey :))))
“Ehehehehe . . . Nagitoooo? Have you come to visit me? You weren’t sent by ENOSHIMA by any chance, were you?” Gloved hands reach out to press the tips of her fingers into his cheeks, yanking him closer to her as she stares at him with lidded, glazed over eyes. Her makeshift infirmary here in Towa City had turned into more of a graveyard since his last visit. It reeked of gore and vomit, decomposed bodies dumped in a corner amidst the prying paws of Junk Monokumas on cleanup duty. Not exactly a welcome fitting for a fellow Despair, but luckily for her, Komaeda hardly constitutes a human being, let alone anything worthy of respect. Gently, her fingers stroke the sides of his face, smearing blood along his cheekbones. The drawings around his face suggest he must’ve been with Monaka at some point, but probably not Junko. Her nose scrunches. “Trash!” She spits, her nails digging into his skin a little too harshly for comfort. Letting out a heavy breath, she pushes him away. “Don’t! Touch! Anything!” She runs her hands along her body, transferring the blood on her gloves to her doctor’s coat instead. “Come iiiiin.”
