@hertoxicideals ( Leaning in to get another kiss, ignoring Junko as she pins her against a wall with one hand and runs her other hand up the fashonista's skirt, groping at that bulge in her panties. )
@hertoxicideals Tch. Even if i /did/ YOU don't.
You think this is funny? Showing me this-- something so.. fucking stupid.. that it'll make me say yes?
You're nothing but stress relief to me, just like i am to you.
So shut up and.. take your damn pants off.
But Mukuro didn't thank her. She wouldn't be surprised if it was poison, hell, right now she WISHED it was.
Because now she can barely stand, face flushed with a shade of crimson and leaning against the wall, panting softly.
“ I.. Ngh.. ”
Was all she could respond with.
“ …. PFT!”
Junko’s nailed hand went flying to her mouth, stifling laughter of amusement as her shoulders bounced.
“I totally could’ve poisoned that and left your corpse here to rot!” As if that was hilarious.
“You’re lucky it’s only an aphrodisiac. Spare me your thanks!”
A date..? Mukuro scoffed ( and blushed ) at the mere THOUGHT of this being a date.
Still, she wouldn't be seen as weak.
Grabbing the glass and bringing it to her scarred lips, downing it all without a second thought of what would happen after drinking a totally legit drink.