"I would like to take a moment to clarify - I did not program diarrhea into the Neo World Program - that was the virus."

"The game's about to end, just like that, bada bing I'll bash you so hard your ears will ring."

“ I mean. . . after all, Team Danganronpa changed you both, for the better. But if what you're saying is the plain truth. . . Then you and Ms. Akamatsu are still ʜ ᴏ ʀ ʀ ɪ ʙ ʟ ᴇ people, riight ~ ? ”

"You mess wit da family ya mess with me."

"... Fuck this. Nobody here can do their goddamn job. I'm out of here."

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEKO-CHAN!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ IBUKI’S SENDING YOU HAPPY WISHES AND PLATONIC KISSES!!! Kick lots of ass this year, ‘kay??

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu 🐉👁️ " .. W .. What. " She almost grunts in reply, hands fidgeting at her sides. What she wanted? What DID she want?? It had no desires .. no wants, other than duty and honor. Now, bocchan "wanted" to give it something? What? What was it? Was she supposed to look?

"It's not easy being a teacher..."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu 🐉👁️ " .. Yes, I .. .. Yes, Master. " She says, flatly, looking over at him now. If I want something, I can take it? She didn't have any wants.. Did she?

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu 🐉👁️ The strange, broken creature in front of him stares through him, like always. Like a deer in the headlights. Wordlessly she brings the fruit to her lips, and bites. Juice runs down her chin.. dripping down, pattering against the sand. Delicious..

"...Hmph."

"Peko... Mama?"

"Don't come at me sideways with this kid stuff. Just go play with your sheets and witch hats and leave me out of it."

"Fuck. Off."

"I'm not playing this stupid game of yours, you brat."

P... ... Mafia

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu 🐉👁️ Her crimson eyes water, and tears start to roll down her face. " .. M .. Master .. " she murmurs, arms stiff as boards at her sides. She gasps sharply, before blurting out, " An eagle, Master.. " There were no eagles on these islands. Pekoyama sniffles, bottom lip quivering.

// Peko struggling with agency is something I'm always here for.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu 🐉👁️ The echoes of a mind that died, screaming. Mentally, if not verbally. On that field.. in *his* arms. Bearing the weight and killing intent of thousands to keep *him* safe. A small price to pay. Such was Pekoyama's duty.

"Peko..."