She followed his gaze in both directions, feeling oddly pleased that he even bothered to mention the mens' sections. She smoothed Junko's short skirt self-consciously, shifting from one foot to another, uncertain what to do with her hands. It had been so long since she'd had to talk to anyone as herself.
"Thanks," she murmured, after a slightly too long silence. "I'm, uh... I'm... Mukuro." She finally settled on her own name-- there was no reason to pretend to be Junko in a world that didn't know her. That thought sort of ached. "Mukuro Ikusaba." She considered a moment before stiffly offering a hand to shake. This was how you did it, right? Making friends? Why did everyone make it look so easy?
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She followed his gaze in both directions, feeling oddly pleased that he even bothered to mention the mens' sections. She smoothed Junko's short skirt self-consciously, shifting from one foot to another, uncertain what to do with her hands. It had been so long since she'd had to talk to anyone as herself.
"Thanks," she murmured, after a slightly too long silence. "I'm, uh... I'm... Mukuro." She finally settled on her own name-- there was no reason to pretend to be Junko in a world that didn't know her. That thought sort of ached. "Mukuro Ikusaba." She considered a moment before stiffly offering a hand to shake. This was how you did it, right? Making friends? Why did everyone make it look so easy?