#10faced

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10faced B)

I’m so fucking sick of alice showing me her bra and I am also sick of her putting FOOD IN MY SHIRt. other than that the first time i met alice i cried into her shoulder because my brother got hospitalized and she was in a rose lalonde cosplay. ever since then, we’ve alternated between putting things up our ass, being gossipy catty douchebags and i’ve scrubbed alice’s back raw before

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10faced replied to your post: if youre not dating gundam, are you dating togami? :v

You’re dating me.

Goodness me, how could I forget. :^( It's probably because you've never meant anything more than a nuisance to dispose of.

[relentlesslyhopeful]

The Devil Wears Pigtails

"Nagito-kun, what's with you?!"

No response.

"This isn't like you at all! Talk to me, please....!"

Still nothing.

"Why are you acting like this? I don't understand!"

He can only step back at stare at that bone chilling smirk that he receives in return. Those pale orbs that used to stare at him so fondly and with all the adoration in the world now hold only emptiness. As if they're mocking him. And he doesn't understand why. It makes it all the more disturbing to admit that this isn't a new development. Rather, over the course of the last few weeks, Naegi's noticed the older teen getting relatively more distant. Less interested. Growing colder and crueler. But it isn't even just his boyfriend being impacted by this entire thing.

"C-can't we just talk about this?!"

The younger boy tries not to flinch as the cool chuckle that pierces the atmosphere. This...creature is not the same Nagito Komaeda. He almost refuses to believe they're one in the same being. Because the Komaeda he knows could never act so harshly. So unforgiving. So...much like he's given up on the world. The entirety of the senior class had begun acting similarly. At first, nobody wanted to believe it. After all, this was Hope's Peak Academy--the finest establishment of its kind. To think that something like this could occur here was uncanny.

Makoto had been part of the masses to refuse to believe this was some sort of conspiracy in the making. Hell, rumors had been tossed all over the place, throwing down ridiculous theories as to why all fourteen of the upperclassmen had become shells of their former selves. Some argued it was a mere coincidence, others that maybe they were just imagining things. But as much as he didn't want to come to terms with the fact that something was very, very, wrong, it was moments like this that made him realize that whatever 'this' was...wasn't going away anytime soon.

Even as he watched Komaeda turn and walk away without so much as an added word, he stood there. Watching. Worrying. Hoping that there was still a chance for things to get better. But this wasn't the time for worrying. Many of their teachers said that, in spite of everything, the best thing they could do was continue to focus on their studies and keep that hope alive. However, they all knew what weighed in the backs of their mind. It was written all over everyone's faces the moment the brunet forlornly entered the classroom. It was as if they were all thinking the same thing, sharing the same expression. ...Except for one of the sixteen.

Emerald hues drifted over to the strawberry blonde, only to temporarily be redirected by a familiar voice as he reclaimed his seat in the center of the classroom. He offered a gentle smile as the teen idol approached him, admiring her ability to try and keep spirits up. However, even as they chattered back and forth, his eyes kept wandering back over, up until his friend returned to her own seat.

Junko Enoshima...how did she do it? Manage to act as if nothing had changed while the paranoia seemed to be infecting everyone else like a plague? He couldn't help but wonder.

[buririansu]

-- such bountiful fortune. Aren't I pushing it?

--five class mates have come, five symbols of hope.

10faced

syodacity

nuerologism

wolfhanded

m-oowada

"Heheheh ... it's really great to see such latent here! Don't mind trash like me, I'm just here for my luck." Beaming at the five unfamiliar faces, though slightly maniacal for all its charm, Nagito passed a silent guess over each of their fields of expertise. Their somber nature was a bit off putting, to say the least, but there was no blame to be placed. Not in his mind, anyhow. Anyone of some worth would have trouble stomaching his foulness for long, this was fact. Despite the obvious tension at his expense, the boy attempted to make himself as amiable as possible. Stumbling a bit with even the smallest step, Nagito gingerly made his way a bit closer. Testing the waters, you might say. Tugging on a stray lock of tangled ebony, relying on his mussed hair to be some source of distraction from his rising anxiety, the unfortunate soul awaited some kind of reply. An acknowledgement that he truly existed, despite his lack of meaning.

"Oh, silly me. I guess I forgot to introduce myself, huh? Komaeda Nagito-da. I'll be your very own luckster." Sensing a slight hesitation from his peers, he shifted the glassy, silver gaze that had earned him such an unsettling appearance elsewhere. Deep within their glossed over depths, a fire of deep despair smoldered. Though he had expected a cold reception, it didn't mean much for his shattered soul's well being.

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10faced

"Oy oy, what's with this gathering? Did you guys want something from me?"

[blondhairedheir]

+7 people have disturbed you

"Get what you need, then be gone. You are ruining my coffee."

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10faced

hyacintheyes

skirtstutter

dontruninthehalls

bourgeoism

~♡*♥*♡~ This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair in any way shape or form at all. For Monokuma to show them all videos like that... Was it the truth or just a lie made to deceive people into killing? Sayaka had no clue. The only way to find out...

"Y-Yes...! I-I have to kill someone...!"

She wrote away at the notepad, inviting her target to her — well, Naegi's — room. Making sure her true intentions weren't clear, she carefully tore out the piece of paper from the notepad and left it under her target's door. Sitting on the edge of Naegi's bed, her knife secure in her grip, all she could do now was wait.

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10faced replied to your post: i love how you insist that you hate gundam tanaka yet youre using the same fucking theme as him you big nerd ass nerd

Hahaha big gay nerds.

Haha.  A petty member of the bourgeoisie, customarily shirking her work and responsibilities is attempting to rile me by providing petty insults disguised as remarks...

I am appalled!  No one should tolerate such debased behavior.  I urge you to please shut up shut up shut up.