Hell is real and here we are || Momoe || Mizuki
shslfuckingnerds:
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.
Momoe canât keep a pleasant expression with that comment. Oh no, she closes her eyes for a moment as she almost seems to collect herself. She had tried to be pleasant, this wasnât going to end well if it was going to stay in this lane of speech.
Her smile back certainly looked very forced, a tight lipped smile.Â
âI decided to wear them because while you may think this tacky or horrible itâs much more flattering to wear something that suits you.â
Thereâs a whispered comment that follows that- âMuch like how the boring garbage youâre wearing seems to suit you. Where are you from? Some seedy bar.â, but she certainly doesnât let Mizuki hear that one, or at least doesnât want her to. It would seem oh so petty, and while she was like that she also didnât wish to particularly make this worse. The girl was already a pain.Â
And whatever Mizuki was saying- there was no way she could pull this look off. At least, not as well as Momoe could. That was a personal opinion, but something told her that she wouldnât.
âIf you came expecting something like that maybe you can go get it yourself, youâre not that awful lazy are you? I doubt they would stop you buying some new mattress.âÂ
Did she care? No, but if this girl seemed the type she did Momoe didnât want to hear complaining about something as simple as a mattress. She turned away from the girl, deciding the go more with starting to adjust things. Didnât stop her from rolling her eyes once she was turned away though. What a great year this was looking to be.Â













