far from pleasant [closed]
He just frowned at the implications of him wanting her autograph. As if. He didn’t respond, just continued to glare down at her. He was sure she would recognize him sooner or later. After all, they did have such an elaborate fight last time they’d met—he was sure that wasn’t unforgettable. Further, she probably met more of his brother’s after he had passed out. Probably. He wasn’t sure what was the time frame between then and when he was taken here.
When she moved past him, a hand reached out and gripped onto her arm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be letting her leave right now. Or for a while, at that.
"Unfortunately, I’m still bound to my duty from outside of this city. Until I know all that you have had to do with ‘that incident’, I can’t be letting you go."
Junko comes to a halt when Madarai grabs her arm. She looks at his hand, then at him and smirks. "What are you even talking about? You sure you're not wasting your time talking to me about stupidities?" She says with a shrug. Boy Mukuro must've really did a number on him. Probably doesn't know one bit that it was her twin sister. Sucks that she doesn't have the same kind of talent as Mukuro does otherwise he'd be eating asphalt right about now.
"You think I know anything? If you want me to spill, then you should gimme 5 good reasons why I should bother telling you." Junko tugs on her arm then swings it while it remains in Madarai's grasp. "Besides, why even bother 'bout that kinda stuff anyways? Not like it's happening here. No siree. Everything's all find and dandy, so why don't you leave the past where it belongs and let me go."














