Monokuma was that look that was undeniably monokuma. The narcissist, sociopathic, cruel excuse of a bear held a special anger in Gundham’s heart. One he felt rather... complex about. He wasn’t sure why his anger felt like it ran so long and deep, he only knew the stuffed creature for a select amount of time. However he does recall seeing monokuma last before either Gundham died or as he convinced himself, he was saved by his devas.
So of course, seeing a girl decked out in monokuma anything was enough to stir discontent and anger. He was good at keeping calm however, even if he felt his blood start to boil and his heart start to race, recalling the starvation he had just escaped from by killing someone he respected. It was... enough to make him at least step louder towards the girl and with more determination than his normal self.
“Tell me, human. Where did you acquire such garments. They are so horridly unfitting.” He very calmly, but coldly enunciated. Making sure there was no room for mishearing.
What else was there to say, other than allow her to explain. Even then he would take effort to steer her away from that beast, she seemed to be only a kid still. Kids didn’t know better, she probably thought it was cute and wanted it without knowing the bears actual personality. Yeah.