[Mukuro could only stare at her as she calmly dismantled everything- every little slip-up she'd made since they met. In hindsight, she knew the poem she'd written had been far too revealing...and that had left enough of an opening for fatal blow after fatal blow to come into her act. She'd let her guard down, again.
Monika looked into her eyes then, and she could barely hold her gaze a second before glancing away. Focusing on the notebook until it was picked up once again.
...It was only at that point that it occurred to Mukuro that she really didn't want to disappoint Monika, either. But it was a little late for that, wasn't it? Monika had come over to ask for her help, trusting in the talent she'd pretended to have, all this time. Not only had she failed in that regard, she'd completely failed in convincingly keeping her act up.
Mukuro could practically hear her sister's voice now, berating her. In the end, being a disappointment was all she could manage.]
Um...I-...It's- it's not like that- like, seriously...
[And then, what little energy she had left just suddenly dropped out her voice. She continued to stare at the floor- but her expression shifted then. Turning to that of a dour, severe young woman; one who couldn't quite keep the lack of confidence or frustration with herself from bleeding into her features.
Her lips twitched, tensing a brief moment before she managed to force out a single word: ]
tw abuse implications
Monika looked into her eyes then, and she could barely hold her gaze a second before glancing away. Focusing on the notebook until it was picked up once again.
...It was only at that point that it occurred to Mukuro that she really didn't want to disappoint Monika, either. But it was a little late for that, wasn't it? Monika had come over to ask for her help, trusting in the talent she'd pretended to have, all this time. Not only had she failed in that regard, she'd completely failed in convincingly keeping her act up.
Mukuro could practically hear her sister's voice now, berating her. In the end, being a disappointment was all she could manage.]
Um...I-...It's- it's not like that- like, seriously...
[And then, what little energy she had left just suddenly dropped out her voice. She continued to stare at the floor- but her expression shifted then. Turning to that of a dour, severe young woman; one who couldn't quite keep the lack of confidence or frustration with herself from bleeding into her features.
Her lips twitched, tensing a brief moment before she managed to force out a single word: ]
...Affirmative.