● 1/5/2023
Mud: Now is the time for the stupid rat bastards.
Debbeye: Where have you heard that banter?
Mud: The cousins playing card. Damn, they were brutal.
Debbeye: Try not to bring that up in front of the honored Guest, part of that phrase might be offensive. *side glances at the visiting party* Hey.
Mud: *growls, jabs her claws at the blond wuth the glasses* You again? *spits her mud, it lands on the brunet's suit*
Debbeye: Sorry, Makoto, we're not used to Byakuya's recent sponsorship. Mud has a sore spot for snobs.
Makoto: It's fine. I'm just glad to see you two again.
Byakuya: You've mingle with these beings before, Naegi?
Mud: *snickers* Wrong timeline.
Makoto: No, he was just swamped with paperwork.
Mud: Thought Basil handled those. They did perform a big ass charade to get him here.
Byakuya: That "charade" was part of our deal, simpleton.
Mud: I can do you one better. (to Makoto) Hey, Makoto, how would you like me to be your sponsor? I can be the "Loud American" for your meetings.
Debbeye: We've done some rudimentary research.
Makoto: Sure. Where can I sign up?
Mud: Here. *licks the palm of her hand and slaps it on a blank sheet of paper*
Debbeye: We're still figuring out the mutual agreements.
Melyssa: Yay, 'Koto!
Makoto: Hey, Melyssa. How are you?
Melyssa: No fleas on Maple!
Debbeye: One of your classmates tried to rile her up again.
Makoto: *groans* Junko.
[Somewhere off the distance, a white-haired man drags the Violet Oleander by her wrist with his prosthetic left hand to a portal leading to a tropical island.]
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Where Havoc Overtakes All
RandomA sort of spinoff of the Wads, if we can call it that. At least we know wherever it is we're going. Some content may not be suitable for younger readers, profanity for the most part.
