"Mmm..yes- it's very interesting, books and stuff- yeah." She lied.
"Ultimate Jeweller sounds interesting too-" Chuku looked down. She
felt uneasy about lying to everyone about her talent.
“Ughhh” Nakata groaned, “Everything is boring! Nothing happening!”
She complained. This was totally not due to the fact the roleplayed
had disappeared off the face of the earth.
"Bored?" Suko stopped in front of her, staring down at her with
crazed eyes. "Bored, yes! I am very bored! We want to set fires!
Help me set fires!" They stomped their foot. "It murder time or
durder time!"
Then a smile settled on their face. "I made that rhyme up," they
informed her. "Awesome, right? I'm smart." They clasped their hands
together and made puppy eyes at her. "Pleeease help me commit crime
new friend girl I don't know the name of."
"Hm," Hisoka agreed.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
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this signature
“Yes!” Nakata smiled, “No killing though, if we kill we die” Nakata
reasoned. Whatever happened, she was going to make it out this
place. But not by killing, that’d be too hard.
Nakata laughed, “Alright, I’m Nakata Namiko, Ultimate Ping Pong
Master!” She introduced yourself, “And who are you?” She asked.
"Nice to meetcha, Naka! I'm Suko Nobu, Ultimate Gunman! I shoot
people for a living!" They giggled. "Just kidding~ only soft fuzzy
animals like yourselfffff- okay I don't shoot anyone, I'm just
awesome and badass enough to do that."
They beamed at her. "I love your talent! Ping-pong, ping-pong, I
love that word!"
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this signature
“Nice to meet you too, Suko” Nakata briefly blinked in suprised,
but rolled her eyes as they finished talking, “Sure, sure” She
said, “I’m sure your so cool” She lightly teased.
“Thanks!” Nakata smiled back, “I’ve been undefeated for quite a
while now” She bragged.
"Undefeated?" Suko loomed incredibly interested. "Your battles have
stalled? Would you wish to engage in another war with your friendlt
neighbourhood Suko?"
They clasped their hands together. "Because I freaking love that
metaphor! Challenge accepted!"
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this signature
Koda looked up and eyed everyone. "Eh?" Suko and Keiki were
screaming about... pancakes? And now Sukos met someone else...
Should I talk to them? Koda asked herself. No, no. I
shouldn't.\
Hisoka began preparinf to sit up. His eyes landed on Koda and
narrowed. He smiled at her, but it didn't seem genuine. "I'll see
you later," he told Chuku.
Then he stood up and started walking straight towards Koda.
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this signature
Koda gave a distressed look. Hisoka definitely wouldn't listen to
her if she told him about the curse, but use what she'd done
against her, well, maybe.
She just didn't want to do it again. She huffed slightly and told
herself to shut up. Koda looked at Hisoka. "Yes?" She growled.
Koda seemed genuinely confused. Obviously, she was uncomfortable.
Is he going to kill me? She asked herself. She pulled
herself up and nodded hastily. "O-okay?"
“Pfft, you could never beat me, ✨The Ultimate Ping-Pong Master ✨”
Nakata boasted, “But sure, why not” She grinned. This was awesome,
another game added to her winning streak.
“Yea- wait- is there even a ping-pong table here?” She asked.
"I could totally!" Suko argued back. "I'm awesome, remember?" They
pouted, but were temporarily distractrd by her following words.
"Eh? I mean, probably. In like, your lab. But we're on vacation
right now, so-"
They wrinkled their nose. "Maybe we should ask Monokuma?"
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He lead her down the halls. They passed no one, and only a few
doors. It didn't seem like there were many halls in this place-
perhaps only one or two.
At the end of it, they came to a mahogany door. Hisoka tried the
knob, tsked, and then crouched down, retracting a pin from his hair
and jabbing it inside. He twisted and yanked for a few minutes,
then made a noise of triumph.
He turned the knob (with the pin still inside) and held the door
for her. Hos gaze revealed nothing.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature