#thejunkoenoshima

[hope-is-insane]

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thejunkoenoshima

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[utsuroh]

thejunkoenoshima

I beg to differ.

!!!

[utsuroh]

could you imagine if we did gyaru!mukuro and soldier!junko I might actually cry

I think we should, tbh.

[utsuroh]

Surprise, I am the cat.

Oh shit, my sister's ghost.

[utsuroh]

thejunkoenoshima 

Hm……………………………..I guess. Sorry about the big /paws/.

Why are you doing this to me.

[utsuroh]

thejunkoenoshima 

Can we, though?

It doesn't bear thinking about.

[utsuroh]

[utsuroh]

It's summer in the city, and her hair is sticking to her face. Junko's playing around on the computer, clicking and giggling, something low-beat and acoustic droning over the speakers. Mukuro assumes it's one of her own songs, since Junko's music taste is too scrambled and furious for any kind of cohesive library keeping. The fan on her bedside works, but Junko had objected to turning it on before they were totally and utterly despairingly desperate for it. Bitch.

Still, Mukuro can't hold it in her to really mind. While she's hanging half-off the bed in her old army shirt and a pair of shorts, Junko's under sixteen layers of super-fashionable cloth. If it weren't for the sheer volume of hairspray holding her hair up, Mukuro is half sure that her sister's trademark pigtails would be running down the back of her neck like a river.

She throws a hand lazily over half her face and considers throwing a pillow at Junko, but - no. This is a good afternoon, just the sun and the sound of the wind outside and her sister distracted by her online adventures just enough to drop her multiple personalities. It's almost like the heat from the sun and computer combined are melting her and her sister down to the bare bones; Junko, with a half-smile on her face, humming along as she works, shoes off. Mukuro, undone and disgusting and watching her sister work.

"Hey, Junko-chan," she chances after another half hour of counting her breaths and watching her sister's smart fingers against the dirty keyboard. "Do you want to go and get ice cream together?"