[In a lightning quick movement, Mukuro is already holding onto the pen, its tip just millimeters from her eye. Mukuro quickly leans to the side, looking at Junko with a smile that is way too affectionate for the person who just attempted to murder her.]
But I only just got here...
I see you haven’t become any less impulsive. [She says it all with a great sense of fondness, rather than legitimately talking down to her. In fact, she might be worried if the outcome of this were anything different. To be able to provide her sister a target to attempt to hit and miss is quite a privilege - one that she very much enjoys.]
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Mukuro dies.]Huh?
[In a lightning quick movement, Mukuro is already holding onto the pen, its tip just millimeters from her eye. Mukuro quickly leans to the side, looking at Junko with a smile that is way too affectionate for the person who just attempted to murder her.]
But I only just got here...
I see you haven’t become any less impulsive. [She says it all with a great sense of fondness, rather than legitimately talking down to her. In fact, she might be worried if the outcome of this were anything different. To be able to provide her sister a target to attempt to hit and miss is quite a privilege - one that she very much enjoys.]
That’s my Junko.