#momoko || thread.

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@wuvlite said:

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“Oi.” sneers, then grabs her wrist. Her grip is strong enough to explicate---if her expression isn’t enough---irritation. Then she throws it away, and takes a step back.      “Stop being a goddamned creep.”

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pat pat pat momoko.... pat pat pat....... patpatpatpatptpatptpatpatpatp

@wuvlite.

Slaps hand away and starts growling.     “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”

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“... The fuck you lookin’ at?” her voice resounds scratchy and rough, almost as if it hasn’t been used in days, if not weeks. Her question is very bland, she knows: who wouldn’t end up staring at someone that’s suspiciously crouching over a lonesome spot under a tree in a nearly empty, desolate park? Yet she is still surprised, especially considering what time it is. Dead of the night. If she had to take a guess, it’s something around two and a half in the morning.      Not many people walk by this area---a fact, because this district is generally teeming with criminal and shady activities---but when they do, it’s usually to carry out unspoken of business that shouldn’t be called out for the safety of anyone involved. Momoko won’t try to deny that she is exactly the kind of person that’d use a public space to do her bidding. Just the other day, she had bought off some questionable darknet website a fresh new item to add to her collection. Nonetheless... now lies a problem.

The problem, and her eyes squint as she analyzes further, is the person that has been looking at her for far too long. In the daytime, she would try to maintain some kind of composure---but when all lights go out, Momoko does not care about the police breathing on her neck. Narrowing her eyes in displeasure, she keeps staring ahead, peering into the person with the stillness of a predator. Bony fingers firmly grip on the fragile package they’ve been holding onto, and slowly slip said item into the empty bag she brought with her. Scarred lips pull in an even more tense grimace as she sneers;      “If you don’t have anything to say,” her words go more along the lines of a threat, than a warning. “Then scram.”

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‘ stay in bed. ’ (danny @ momoko!)

illness and injury — @lifedenied​.

Momoko’s immediate answer to the command is a sharp sneer—indicative of her unwillingness and her displeasure. She doesn’t like being ordered around, despite how often it happens; she complies only because, as they always say, she might become suspicious if she doesn’t. Her doctors collaborate with the police, she’s aware of that much: hence why, conscious of the consequences that may unravel were she to “break the rules”, she often refrains from going against the medics’ wishes. As claustrophobic the situation may seem, she has managed to find ways to survive within it. They cannot force her to speak more than she has already—they hold so much information she believes it useless, pretentious for them to want to know more.      As much as she hates the haughtiness this so-called doctor carries himself with, there’s an attempt at avoiding too much crudeness. He’s new on the team, from what she knows. (She is not sure, because keeping up with the group’s updates and newcomers is not a part of her priorities in first place.) Still, rookie or not, Momoko will not bother acting differently from usual. She is sitting on the damned bed on which she is forced to lay whenever there’s a psychologist appointment, and shows no sign of obeying to Danny’s order.

“You’re not a god.” her voice is harsh and hoarse, still it’s not hard to detect a mocking tone in her talk. “So don’t act like one. I do what I want.” even through such a thick fringe she manages to give him an hostile stare.     “You already know what you have to know, so let me go.”

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“... The fuck you looking at?” whatever she’s holding, it can’t be possibly anything good. “Scram.”

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“ stop messing with your IV. ” (danny @ momoko)

hospital themed --- @lifedenied --- not accepting.

“... Hmph.” though Momoko’s hands retract in her lap right after being scolded, her attitude gives off any vibe except apologetic. Her expression, typically disgruntled by nature, is twisted in an even more truculent snarl: lips pressed thin, eyes narrow, squinting, observant of the doctor talking to her. He’s an unknown face, and that’s enough of a reason for him despise him; his career only acts as more fuel for her vivacious, sparkling resentment. Going to the hospital is an obligation, one Momoko has to fulfill (if she doesn’t, things might get suspicious and tense dangerously quickly)---however, that does not mean she has gotten used to it. Ten years. Ten years since she has been lounging around the halls of this wretched, sickeningly sanitized building like an ancient onryo teeming with all the hatred that there possibly is in the world.     Momoko does not break eye contact. Rather, she maintains it steady and direct. Medics in general make her nose wrinkle---this one in particular, though, gives off an extraordinarily terrible vibe. She doesn’t like him. Not one bit.

“Are you here to question me till I feel sick like all the others?” every single psychological session is like an interrogation. It may start differently, with courteous pleasantries and fake concerns, but lest not forget: each nice word is simply a tool. Nothing more, nothing less. Momoko knows what they really want.     And as for long as she can manage, she will not give it to them.     Her teeth pull at her lower lip for a second before speaking again, with that croaky, rotten voice of hers, “If you want me to puke at your feet, go ahead.” she doesn’t bother sounding courteous. If he talked with Dr. Yamauchi, then he was probably already warned that, in her case, all socially accepted inhibitions are nonexistent. “Or maybe the drugs---” she nods towards the drip she’s connected to, “---will do the trick instead.”

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✧ mOMOKO N KIKU LETS GO

starry thought — @wholehcartedly — accepting.

“… Makes me fuckin’ sick to my stomach.”

I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend.✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically).

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“... What. Stop looking.”