A Piece of Junk, and A Piece of Junko Dec 22, 2018 13:56:37 GMT -4
Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 22, 2018 13:56:37 GMT -4
With the dance over, the teacher's party began. Kasey couldn't help but notice that while the rest were having fun, a certain face was missing. It wasn't like anyone could miss it, being a different hue than the others. With a smile, she strolled down the hall, three cups in hand. She wore the same basic attire she did any day. A suit, black coat, black slacks, a black clip on tie, a red shirt under, and if she opened her coat, black vest would be revealed. Her face red, all of the drink settling into her body. Her left hand was still bandaged, but had no longer bled. Her own cup of punch and booze greeting her with each sip. In her right, she held two more cups in her palm, both of the alcoholic and non, variety.
Setsuna, unlike any other time before, was worn around her neck like a scarf. He was no longer hidden away, but was worn for all to see. He had remained mostly silent, until now, that was. "You're going to talk to her, during a movie, she's supposed to be supervising?" his voice whispered into her ear. He was what appeared to be some dead animal worn for fashion, wrapped around her neck like a loose fluffy scarf, without the fur. His head over her right shoulder, watching ahead of her. His limbs holding onto her coat with each step. His tail bonded to her spine, a wound hidden by his own body. They were still together, even if separate.
Kasey would enter the room, quietly, without much fuss. It was one of the few moments that a lack of shoes benefited her. The cloth on her feet covering any sound she may have made.
"Excuse me, Master Junko, I didn't see you at the party, so I figured I'd bring a bit of the party to you." She would say, extending her right hand to the woman, both drinks in hand. One had marker written on it, with a giant "X"
"That one has a little spice, if that's what you wanted."
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