And you came to me last because.. ? Shouldn't your mother be top priority? [ As long as his "father" didn't get a rose, Junko might stop complaining. Maybe. ]
So you did think of me last! That's super-Despairing, you know! Thinking of someone who feeds you, cleans for you, washes your clothes--! [ He really is the rudest son. ] You can't give it to me, I'm not home!
You will have to wait, won't you? [ Which means she's going to take extra long to arrive back home! ] No, you should have thought of me first. I despise being placed last.
Of course your mother is the best, she will expect no less from you. [ Unusually coloured one??? That sounds exciting. ] Spare the small talk and let me know which colour it is.
[ She takes the rose from his grasp, and gleefully holds in between her fingers. ]
Did you receive this from the lessor? [ Junko remembers receiving the same colour herself, giving it to Mokou and the results weren't pretty. Maybe it was one, maybe! Starting to feel anger pulsate through her veins was tiring, and she felt as though she'd snap at any moment. ]
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Well, it's more like one flower, to be honest.
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Sorry, sorry, I gave the others away.
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And you came to me last because.. ? Shouldn't your mother be top priority? [ As long as his "father" didn't get a rose, Junko might stop complaining. Maybe. ]
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[okay no not really]
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[ A+ parenting, clearly. ]
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[Clearly...]
It's orange, though.
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[ You horrible son, you. ]
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I'm a patient person.
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Okay, okay! I'm here! [ Casually chucks house keys on living room couch.. ] Where are you?
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[Hanging up on her!
—And skipping into the living room, holding one hand behind his back.]
I'm here!
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You missed me that much, did you? That's only to be expected. [ Clearly, Junko. ]
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[Well, uh. At least she's... interesting.]
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Tell me I'm the Despairingly smart mother you've always wanted! Wait, you don't have to tell me; I already know.
[ That she's perfect and interesting. ]
So, what do you have for me?
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For you, Mother!
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[ She takes the rose from his grasp, and gleefully holds in between her fingers. ]
Did you receive this from the lessor? [ Junko remembers receiving the same colour herself, giving it to Mokou and the results weren't pretty. Maybe it was one, maybe! Starting to feel anger pulsate through her veins was tiring, and she felt as though she'd snap at any moment. ]
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