[There's definitely lots of stories there. Lots of despairingly awful accomplishments and despairingly crushing setbacks. Turns out things are a lot more complicated in some sort of weird fantasy world with a revolving door of new people to get her attention.
But for now, shockingly, Mukuro's the focus of her attention. It's been years since she's seen her and the last time she was here, she wasn't very cooperative, so this opens a few different avenues for despair than what she's thought about previously.]
I mean it's not like I need your help or anything. You're stupid, smelly, disgusting, and have a super limited skillset. I'm sure I could find somebody who can do all that and not need an air freshener stapled to them to keep people from trying to flee.
[Despite the unpleasant statements, there's no real vitriol here. It's basically the verbal equivalent of just shrugging at something. It may have been quite a while for Junko, but she's had this conversation before and slipping back into things is fairly easy enough for her. ]
But! As despair inducing as leaving you to twist in the wind without any sort of help or direction, knowing you'd be totally lost, like someone stranded at sea would be....
[She's excited by the idea, grinning from ear to ear, her emotions even giving off little sparkles while she thinks about it, her hands a blur, shredding Mukuro's poor attempt at a want add into confetti.]
I still kind of want to, and I might do that a little, but you can definitely help! I have the perfect role for you, it's foolproof! Mukuroproof even!
[This is pretty clearly a trap, right? She's definitely up to something, picking up another slip of paper to replace the other one and grabbing a pen from her bag.]
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But for now, shockingly, Mukuro's the focus of her attention. It's been years since she's seen her and the last time she was here, she wasn't very cooperative, so this opens a few different avenues for despair than what she's thought about previously.]
I mean it's not like I need your help or anything. You're stupid, smelly, disgusting, and have a super limited skillset. I'm sure I could find somebody who can do all that and not need an air freshener stapled to them to keep people from trying to flee.
[Despite the unpleasant statements, there's no real vitriol here. It's basically the verbal equivalent of just shrugging at something. It may have been quite a while for Junko, but she's had this conversation before and slipping back into things is fairly easy enough for her. ]
But! As despair inducing as leaving you to twist in the wind without any sort of help or direction, knowing you'd be totally lost, like someone stranded at sea would be....
[She's excited by the idea, grinning from ear to ear, her emotions even giving off little sparkles while she thinks about it, her hands a blur, shredding Mukuro's poor attempt at a want add into confetti.]
I still kind of want to, and I might do that a little, but you can definitely help! I have the perfect role for you, it's foolproof! Mukuroproof even!
[This is pretty clearly a trap, right? She's definitely up to something, picking up another slip of paper to replace the other one and grabbing a pen from her bag.]
So want to know what you can do?