They do say that irony’s a bitch - though, to Junko, she’s a fine mistress at times. One day she’s making jokes about there apparently being cannibals within the city, looking at corpses wondering how long they’ll last, and the next she end’s up running right into one. Life’s funny like that, she mused, looking not in the slightest perturbed at the sight she had happened across - at the vision of the figure in bandages holding what was obvious an arm that had bite marks in it. Now, to Junko, it didn’t really look that much like a tasty snack - but who was she to judge? In all honesty, the Ultimate Despair was more interested in the whole look this person - after a quick moment of analyzing, she determined it to be a female build - had going on. Maybe it was the Ultimate Fashionista within her, but she went with it.
“I figure you’re hiding your face ‘cause you’re like, munching on that dude and don’t wanna get busted, but for real - the whole mummy look is kinda standing out so you ain’t bein’ subtle imo,” pressing a finger to her lip, Junko looked once again at the body that had been torn. It didn’t look like a knife had been used, the arm was quite literally pulled off. The rest of the body was pretty fucked too, like it had been smashed in. How scary. “But I wonder - if you’re that strong, which anyone with a lick of sense could tell, I don’t get why you’re hiding your face. It isn’t like the authorities here have any real power. We can act however we want as long as we’re strong enough - or smart enough - to get away with it.” Another pause, another tilt of the head. “Also, like, genuine question - do people even taste good? Why not cook ‘em up, add some sauce, spice it up a little? Like, plain rice isn’t all that great unless you add sauce to it. It’s boring. Is raw flesh not the same?” Completely off topic, completely unrelated to the above question, but one look at Junko would give away that the girl wasn’t exactly ‘hinged’.
