Junko huffed as she say behind a counter she thought going back to the fashion business would alleviate her boredom but it seems she was wrong. She made Mukuro do errands for her around the mall just to see her run around, at least there was that to make interesting. You decided that today, you were going to go out, not be a social reject for once and treat yourself to some clothes shopping. The streets were busy, people were trying to forget the tragedy of well, the Tragedy, the stench of it still clung to the world. You entered the nearest clothes shop, it looked pretty fancy and your broke ass wondered if you could even afford a shirt and you couldn't help but have the feeling to binge πππππππ by Naoki Urasawa on Netflix when you saw dark purple boots slam onto the cashier counter. You looked over and saw a beautiful blonde haired woman, she had two large long pigtails and icy blue eyes, kind of like that fashionista model chic Junko Enoshima! Her long, sharp red nails tapped along her phone screen, when she glanced off her phone she looked you up and down. She felt a spark shoot through her, it was like seeing Yasuke Matsuda all over again .
βHey, hey, what're you looking for here? I could help you to the fitting rooms if you'd like...β
Her voice took on a teasing sultry gone before she let out a laugh with a manic edge, slamming the table in amusement. But she soon took on a more cutesy tone.
βC'mon, it'll be fun, I'm not up to no good if that's whatcha think..β
Junko's hands reached for both her pigtails and she pouted endearingly, a glossy gleam in her eyes as she feigned innocent before she went back to normal, she leaned forward.
βI'll sign your forehead, you know me as Junko fucking Enoshima!β
So you were right, cool, but also not, in person she seemed more...crazy. Whatever, all you wanted was clothes, and maybe she'd give you them for free.