Hell is real and here we are || Momoe || Mizuki
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Wow.
So this was definitely going to be something. Momoe blinked for a moment before she could actually get an answer back at Mizuki. She closed her eyes, smile not falling from her face. No, no donât get angry.
Not yet, you have to be the decent one here, that way others canât blame you if something does go wrong.Â
Yes Momoe was planning for that already.Â
She stands up from the bed, rather graciously for someone whoâs as incredibly pissed off as she was, and turns proper to meet her.Â
âIf youâre not aware then I will say thatâs awful sheltered an existence you must lead.â
She smiles with the words, but sheâs trying to find ways to be rude without⊠Overtly being rude.Â
âAre you saying you have never heard about Lolita fashion, how awful.â
The a in awful was drawn out slightly. She crosses her arms over her chest, considering making a comment back at the girls own fashion, but no. Not yet. It wasnât like it was hard to think of things one could say admittedly.
Momoe moves a bit of her hair behind her ear. Though, still wasnât obvious she was wearing a wig there. No, she was a master of her craft. There wasnât a detail she would leave unfinished.Â
Mizuki stared down the model. Lolita fashion? Yeah, sheâd heard of it.
âOh Iâve heard of it, but those rags on your body are ugly. And Iâm asking why you decided to wear them. I guess youâre not smart enough to register that.â
She came in and felt the mattress.
âHmph. Youâd imagine that Hopeâs Peak would have better mattresses. Iâm sleeping on nothing except the finest feather mattress. None of this cheap dorm bullshit.â
Destroy her, Momoe.
