"I did, actually. I knew you could handle it. Also it was probably fuckin' hilarious watching you try and wrangle them like a bunch of toddlers." She giggled a bit, nodding. "They're like...a total pain, I knooow!"

"I knooooow, right? It's basically a passing grade!" She grins, finger gunning at him. "I mean...I diiiid kinda die for a bit? So that was part of it!"

"Okay well I'm still the other two things! And well-behaved is a matter of opinion! Good behavior is subjective."

"I forced them to drink ten more of them yeah, I stuck by my principles. If they wanted a latte so badly I made sure they got one."

hey im all those things!

im bored. time to go smash some skulls or something idk.

Bet we're shattering the glass, or we're getting nowhere fast

"I mean this all started because I crashed on your bed! Figured I'd ask, since you're here. But your couch works perfect, honestly. Wasn't a big deal to me either way." She examines her nails, obviously not bothered in the slightest by the shift in his offer. She figured it made more sense, anyways

"Yeah, but such js the reality of things. Despair is the norm. Hopelessness and hatred and bitterness and selfishness. People are vicious. Humans are more monstrous than the monsters we create." She sighs, before stepping off her metaphorical soapbox. She waves a hand, shrugging. "Is there anywhere

He was just built different. She could tell from a mile away that he was someone else. Something else. A mile above the rest with humbleness below them all. "Yes, people tend to lean more on the selfish side most of the time. You're one of the few exceptions." It's rare to find someone so...honest

"Well...I mean...It wouldn't have been the worst thing. People literally do it all the time. Drive by people on the street. They have their own lives. Their own homes. It's not really the hardest thing to do." She shrugs. "You're kinder and more hopeful than most." She scrutinizes him, looking him

She can feel the misery and anguish radiating off of him. Like a long lost friend. She welcomes it. She embraces it. She'd embrace him too if she didn't think it'd freak him out. She nods, thoughtful. "I mean, you didn't have to go to *all* the trouble of housing me and giving me room and board.

"I guess not...Kind of sad, really. Like man...you just live like this..." She shrugs, indifferent, really. His suffering is unique. One she wants to stick around for. She wouldn't mind a shopping trip, engaging more with him in a new setting. He's interesting, and fascinating to her. She wants

She pouts then, shaking her head and 'tsk'ing. "That's too bad. I'm sorry to hear that. Must suck being so tired all the time." She then swivels to face him, brightening with a wide grin once more. "Really? Well thank you! You're *such* a doll, really!" She laughs, before taking in the room once

"Always tired? That sounds like quite the issue to have. I'm sorry to hear that. You should get that checked out~." She hums softly, shrugging. She doesn't *actually* care, but she can feign sympathy. She follows him up to the room, amazed at how spacious and luxiourous it is, even in its empty

She giggles, ducking her head in mock shyness. "Really? Well I'm glad you think so!" Another twirl, and then she skips over closer to him. She waits for him to get up, before nodding. "Sounds like a plan to me!" She follows him inside, taking one last breath of fresh air. "You seem tired. Didja

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 ㅤ

Even with such...a dark nature, she seems impressed by the designs and architectures of nature itself. She can find little things to wonder at, even in her own despaired and hopeless state. Even when the world has nothing to give, it still has small things she can marvel at. Especially in a space

Not all that impressive, he says. She scoffs at his statement, especially at seeing the garden for the first time. Her gaze lights up at the beautiful, almost fairytale like state of it all. It's enchanting. Something out of a story. She wanders through, keeping him within earshot so they can

"Oooooo I love a garden! Can we go there? I love plants! They have all sorts of uses!" She smiles brightly, tilting her head. She follows him out of the garage, noting the difference between the layouts. "You just have a bunch of empty rooms? Are they all different, or just...plain? Do they have

Okay. Good point. They can't really control the whole ocean, can they...Or.... "You can force the serfs that don't obey closer and closer to shore." She tilts her head, a wicked grin on her own face. She then considers the other's words carefully. She really is naive and foolish, isn't she?

"Ah, you are close with your sisters then? I see I see. Familial bonds. Blood relations. So they have never lied to you to get you to do what they want?" She hums, thoughtfully. "But yes, they could. A civil war between them would thin their numbers out particularly while also causing suffering

"Your sister recommended that? I think she's trying to sabotage you, my dear princess. You seem nice enough, given you provide for them and allow them entertainment. But perhaps you should twist the knife. The executions...They do show a certain...way of things." She hums lightly, considering. "It's

She giggles, at the statement. It's amusing, if nothing else, though her eyes darken. "Your daddy may be onto something, though enough dead peasants and you won't have anything to rule, either....What you really need to do is break them. Break their spirits. Make them feel something more than just

how droll...

Exactly! She expected this, had prepared for the sinister personality to show eventually. The other wasn't *too* hard to read, despite having a facade to cover her darker side. Junko smiled brightly, a cheshire grin of her own. "Why thank you! And I can most definitely provide you with more

She was trying to gain insight into him. Into his self. He was...different than most. Stood out to her as someone who had so much potential. She wanted to learn and take in as much as she could. Analyze it. But she smiled, tilting her head, glancing at him then with a bright eyed stare. "Well I

Junko looks over the paper, and has to hold back a giggle at the childish writing. But the seal is official at least, so some formality was taken here. She nods, a smile on her features. "Oh, of course. It's not a problem at all. Though if things do go sour you'll find I'm harder to catch than you

Junko's reputation seems to proceed her. Even in other worlds, with other beings. Miranda was no exception, it seemed, given the way the other addressed her. But Junko was no stranger to getting into other's good graces, even after things had seemingly gone sour. And gifts and offerings were

She was a whirlwind of words and ideas and thoughts surrounding the poor guy, taking over his life one bit at a time. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. Though satisfaction brought it back. One has to wonder, would he be satisfied? It's not like he could die, though. Succumb to anything she put

It was strange, perhaps, for Alpha, to have someone just charge right into his life like this, breaking down the walls and barriers he'd put up. But Junko was used to doing this. Tearing down the fabric of people, the faces and farces they put up. Building herself up around them. Building her life

let the guy live a little!

She could tell he was slipping, falling apart slightly at her words, her statements. He was so emotionally vulnerable, despite being invulnerable in every other facet of his life. It was sort of sad, in a way. She wondered if she could help, fix it, protect him, in some way. She wasn't sure why she

She's glad he's adjusted. It'd be a pain to have him cowering under her scrutinizing gaze. She's glad he's become accustomed to her studious nature of him. Her gaze trying to pry him open, unfold every corner. She shrugs, as he speaks, on love and dear people to him. "Who do you have that you love

She shrugs, slinking around him to stand beside him. Studying him up and down. In heels she's taller than he is, and she isn't exactly the tallest woman. Her presence is bigger than her. Though She is 5'7", which puts her at about 5'9" in 2 inch heels. She does look down on him. "You don't mind

She nods, thoughtful on the matter. "I can see that being the case. You tend to wear your emotions on your sleeve. Which isn't a bad thing. You just have to be wary of those who want to use that." She hums thoughtfully, before glancing around at the space. Considering. "Quite the large place to be

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙚 . . . ㅤ

She giggles, as the other seems abashed at being 'sentimental'. "You seem like quite the sentimental sort, so I don't exactly put it past you. I'd be more surprised if you didn't keep something like this. It's interesting how far you've come in your upgrades though." Her eyes trail to the automaton

KILL

As if his pain would bring down her mood. As if it ever could. Though there was a twinge of something unrecognizeable in her own cold, dead heart as she studied him. That broken, lost expression. Maybe it was just the desire to drag him down with her. But it felt...different, somehow. She shrugged

She studies him, frowning slightly as his demeanor shifts once again. And she thought she was abnormal in how often she switched in her persona. But he's doing it more often! She can feel the dread and despair radiating off him, and its almost delicious. But yhere's something in it that almost

“𝙾𝚑? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝.” A portrayal of Sonia Nevermind Written by ViVi

She sighed, petulantly almost, as he continued on. It was a lot to take in, how determined he seemed. She wasn't used to this from most people. It was rare she found a specimen so full of hope for others. "You care quite a bit, hm?" She rolled her eyes, before shrugging. "Well if you think you

If it's grief you need, here, take my spleen

She laughs, at him, because of him, its hard to say, then. But she does. His sickeningly sweet kindness has her laughing, amused more than anything. "You really are desperate to prove that, hm? Well don't worry. I'm not sad about being cursed. Or terrible. It just is. A fact. A statement. You don't

She laughs at his sincerity, so naive and confused as to why she would be so harsh on herself. How silly of her to expect anything less from him. He's such a sweetheart, it's almost insane. "It's alright, no need to tell me happy birthday or any nonsense like that. I don't celebrate. Not in a

She can tell its homey, warm. But it's boring, in a sense. She could do better. She could make it better. More pizazz added. he would hate it, though, most likely. But she'd like to add something. Personal flair. She is impressed with the shape of it, the design. As he describes it, she seems