h— head back? ( briefly her mind goes into flustered overdrive and she forgets she's dealing with mikan, somehow assuming he was inviting her back to his room. pink floods her face.) i— we can't! I mean, um, are you sure?

( looking around quietly for her crush, fidgeting.)

( it's more mikan hasn't exactly been too intrusive and mukuro is used to being on vigil at night so observing the nurse wasn't too special to keep in her mind, and she /was/ quite flustered. . . . nods, smoothing down her skirt to keep her hands busy.) lead on. let's go.

you are quite close.

what about them? ( starts rapidly blinking.)

W Would you like to . . . go do, something, then? ( fidget fidget.)

i am a devout follower or whatever religion this is you're forming sis

yes of course i'm sorry! ( self consciously puts hands up over her chest.)

( implants can't be THAT expensive, right ...?) mhmm mhmm!!

stares at fiercely.

( comes back with some padding in, even sporting a push up for this attempt to satisfy Junko.) !!

( immediate response, she hadn't been asleep at all.) 📲 What would you like to do? 📲 It's pretty late

( the little 💬 icon stays for a while as she seems to spend a long time replying.) 📲 the latter sounds fine. 📲 Should I 📲 come over?

looming behind 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 (𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐊) .ᐟ, quietly observing . . .

( she reacts as if she got kissed for real, heart thumping. slippers on, extra pillow under arm, she goes tottering off for aoi's— ) 📲 I'm at your door.

so true tell em

definitely noticed, eye flash as she snaps her eyes over.

Girl morning.

Good morning.