[The car is careening on down the road in the dark beyond where Junko sits splayed on the ground. Before now, she's been hit in the head, threatened a few million types by worthless assholes, and killed her own self to further along her plans. But actually almost hit by a car?
It's so frustratingly normal and lame. And Mukuro's not even here to deflect all of her anger and hatred and despair onto.
When she looks up at the sight of light in the pitch black and the face of a strange blond boy, tears automatically spring up into her blue eyes and she sort of gives a wail.]
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It's so frustratingly normal and lame. And Mukuro's not even here to deflect all of her anger and hatred and despair onto.
When she looks up at the sight of light in the pitch black and the face of a strange blond boy, tears automatically spring up into her blue eyes and she sort of gives a wail.]
Oh my god! I almost died! Help me!