Option 4 As much as she'd always dreaded going shopping with Junko, somehow going alone seemed even more daunting.
She'd drifted around the shopping district for an embarrassing amount of time already, trailing from place to place and agonizing over what to do. Junko would have taken this as a fun challenge, rebuilding a wardrobe from scratch, wouldn't she? As if she needed more reminders that she wasn't quite as good as her twin. Mukuro picked self-consciously at the her tie, feeling both strange to be in her sister's clothes and strange to *not* need her sister's wig and voice and mannerisms any more.
Well, this wasn't going to get done any faster if she just stood around outside. She sighed softly, squared her shoulders, and marched into the nearest clothing shop. If she made it a mission for herself maybe it wouldn't be so horribly awkward. Even so, her eyes darted from person to person, and she tended to skitter from one rack to the next. Old habits died hard.
Mukuro Ikusaba | Dangan Ronpa
As much as she'd always dreaded going shopping with Junko, somehow going alone seemed even more daunting.
She'd drifted around the shopping district for an embarrassing amount of time already, trailing from place to place and agonizing over what to do. Junko would have taken this as a fun challenge, rebuilding a wardrobe from scratch, wouldn't she? As if she needed more reminders that she wasn't quite as good as her twin. Mukuro picked self-consciously at the her tie, feeling both strange to be in her sister's clothes and strange to *not* need her sister's wig and voice and mannerisms any more.
Well, this wasn't going to get done any faster if she just stood around outside. She sighed softly, squared her shoulders, and marched into the nearest clothing shop. If she made it a mission for herself maybe it wouldn't be so horribly awkward. Even so, her eyes darted from person to person, and she tended to skitter from one rack to the next. Old habits died hard.