Kyoko: *clicks pen*
Makoto: *clicks pen in response*
Junko: Stop that.
Makoto: Stop what?
Junko: You're talking about me in Morse code!
Kyoko: Yes, that's what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!
Makoto, to Yasuhiro: That's actually exactly what we were doing.
"kill them with kindness" wrong. MEDICAL MALPRACTICE ππππππππππππππππππππ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έ
i love these ones so much lmaoo
How the fuck didβya find me?β Kaito asks, taking the cigarette from his lips and letting his hand hang, limply, βYour not beating the creep allegations, Saiharaβ Shuichi stutters, feeling his face go hot as Kaito grumbles at him, ββm not a creep, I justβ¦ followed your scent,β as he says this, Shuichi realizes how creepy he does sound.
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@saimota-week
get shoosh papped idiot
Old Kokichi design I did π€‘
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