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[ there's a suspiciously long pause before Junko's next reply and while it's deceptively short, the pride that radiates from it is practically palpable. ]

You know what, Sayacchi? You would have been a really amazing member of Super High School Level Despair.

Don't even put me on your level. Just because I can see where despair lies doesn't mean I'll ever become you, Enoshima-san.

[ Wow. That was fast. ]

And you even distracted me from my main point! How dare you!

upupupu! you were the one who distracted yourself, sayacchi. and then you sent me a bunch of dirty texts! i'm totally embarrassed, you know? i bet nacchan doesn't know you're sending texts like this to someone else. you're practically cheating on her!

how awful. how terrible. upupupu.

How do you think I feel!? I feel dirty talking to and even being complimented by you, Enoshima-san!

I don't know if all the showers in the world will make me feel clean again.

... assuming that I don't die in one again.

You're the one who started the conversation my darling Sayacchi. I bet you were totally desperate to talk to me and you just needed an excuse.

You can just come to me in person, I'd love to have a face to face chat, Sayacchidamari <3

Why would I want to talk to you at all in the first place!?

I'm only doing this to keep Natsuru-san safe.

whatever you say, sayacchi. i bet you were just trembling in anticipation weren't you? at the chance to talk to me. did it take you all these long months just to work up enough courage to approach me?

you shouldn't feel intimidated, sayacchi! after all, we're very alike, me and you. we're both super cute, we're both involved in the industry and we're both utterly filthy disgusting murderers.

well, you didn't actually kill anyone. but you would have. and that's about the same thing!

Let's get one thing straight here, Enoshima-san. I can't deny that I was perfectly willing to kill someone, but that is where the similarities end.

At least I don't kill just for the fun of it, unlike you. I don't care what you decide to do to me, but I won't forgive you if you lay a hand on Natsuru-san. Understand?

You know what that sounds like, Sayacchi?

You know what that sounds like to me?

A challenge.

I think I'm going to do my best to make Nacchan~ all~ mine.

And no one else's. And sure as shit not yours.

Wouldn't that be Despair-inducing for you, Sayacchi?

It would be. And you'd want nothing more than to watch me break to pieces again, wouldn't you? To see me become nothing more than a shadow of my own self, breathing and crying naught but despair...

I won't let you, though. Not again... not this time. And I won't lose Natsuru-san to anyone, especially you.

So go ahead. I dare you to do your worst. Because no matter what you think you know about me or Natsuru-san, or how close you think you are to breaking me, the less you'll realize that I'll be stronger at the broken places.

Always getting stronger, whether my will or my feelings for Natsuru-san.

tldr

[ jUNKO PLEASE ]

you can send me as many angry texts as you like but i'm still going to steal nacchan away from you

whatcha gonna do

lol

Certainly a lot more than what you've been doing - sitting on your butt and annoy people, no doubt.

If that's all you have to say to me at this point, I think we're done here.

[ She doesn't even grace Junko with a response before indignantly ending their conversation.

...though part of her is wondering what exactly she just got herself and Natsuru into. And just what was with her own response? Even though she texted otherwise she very well knew that Junko had read everything...

... well, no matter. The battle lines had been drawn now.

All she could do now was protect Natsuru, or die trying. ]