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  ⋱⋱ ʟᴀᴡ || ᴍᴜɴ ⋰⋰

sorry for the remote silence! i had fun setting up my other fandom oc sideblog — thanks for y’all being patient with me.

i already feel bad for gumza & plumes — both ‘a y’all ‘re gonna have to deal with the DUMBEST of the dumbasses on your team.

okay but -- yk how i have a munsona / mascot? what if. . . 

bonnie was a team skull grunt?

The first thing he does is snatch the box right out of her hands, what little nails he had (a chronic nail biter was he) scratching against the cardboard. He was quick to rip it to shreds, even if it was right in front of her. Wrapping paper was made to be torn, after all. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ouma dismissed her words. “Hooh? What’s this?” He shook the box back and forth next to his ear, tongue stuck out in concentration.

“Hmmm…” He shuffled about in his pockets, revealing the metal glint of a lockpick in the dim lighting of the hallway. Jamming the sharp end into the tape, he slid it all the way down, pulling the flaps open with a greedy twitch to his fingers. “Well, knowing Iruma-chan, it’s something useless like a sex toy, am I right?”

             brows knit as she watched him disregard her ploys, fingers tapping together as ouma opened up the box itself. inside were two items ; a crayon & what looked to be a refrigerator magnet. of course miu knew he’d gawk & act like these were worthless pieces of junk, but the inventor was quick to intervene.

                               ❛ - twist the crayon from the pointed end, the wax tip unlocks like a twist cap & opens up the lockpick extension from within. thought i should make your life easier in case ‘a some whack-job emergency ‘r sum’n ; makes it HELLA easier t’uh conceal from the staff too. the other’s spyware — adhesive against any solid surface, it should record anything up to twenty-four hours worth, & you just unclip the top from the wall attachment in order to retrieve y’er data. i’ll have a portable listening device ready soon f’er playin’ back those recordings. - ❜

i really find it interesting how my new followers are so diverse in their multimuses! like, i’ve always aspired to those who can manage multiple muses at once instead of switch through them like moods ( like how i do. )

“Call out for @ultnvntr​ sPENDING THE WHOLE ROUND OF AMONG US INSULTING ME! Like she isn’t some pigged nose virgin! I would n e v e r!” 

“AND THEN MIU’S STINK BREATH KILLED ME!”

“Oh yes please!” 

“You’re just trying to intimidate me you hasty witted barnacle!” 

“You’re just jealous because you didn’t think of it first?”

i visited twitter for a quick miu search, & —

hey, any KOKICHI mains out there interested in a possible angst thread where ouma hallucinates miu after the events of chapter four?

                               ❛ - YOU -!! - ❜

             a hardening grip fastens upon kaede’s wrist as the inventor passes by, hooking her to follow iruma’s heavy steps. she’s furiously walking, fire in each click of boot heels, only to sharply round the corner of the corridor to heave the other close to her figure. with a tug, the fellow ultimate’s brought close & angled — nearly bust to bust by 90° — miu ushering her into the door blocking them from their estimated privacy.

             with a disgraceful disregard of the pianist’s limb, two hands force her into the restroom with an uninviting eagerness most would be intimidated by. ( at least kaede knew better. ) MIU IRUMA now stood a few feet from the discarded girl, her own weight leaned into the bathroom door as she throws the deadbolt. these things were mainly meant to lock up in emergencies ; well world, fuck you because this is a dangerous girl-on-girl meeting.

                               ❛ - hey KAE ; i think we’re in the clear. - ❜

             a sudden light-heartedness floods the washroom, cupped palms placed onto hips with a jubilance unlike the bombshell’s nature. hair ends wisp into curls as miu laughs contagiously ; who knew that she could be so whimiscal on a whim? ( ha, say THAT three times fast. )