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[ levi has no idea how junko manages to get him to do anything.
he doesn't understand it, doesn't really get why he's ended up in her room full of clothes and pink and makeup, how he's managed to find himself standing with his arms crossed next to her bedside dresser, eyeing a hairclip with an egregiously large black and white bear pasted onto it with all the enthusiasm of someone who might as well be standing in a nest full of poisonous vipers.
he doesn't get her, and he doesn't get why he's doing this, why he humors her at all.
--maybe it's masochism. he's self-aware to acknowledge that much.
he has his boots off (at her ridiculous request, something about japan and taking shoes off??? what), bare feet tapping at carpet, impatiently. ]
What the hell is this about.
[ if only you knew, levi ]

TAGS YOU A MILLION YEARS LATER
Not a word out of you.
[ junko, you have to promise...! ]
then I guess I'm a ghost that's playing a dead person--
She uses a paw to push the heels towards the other, tilting the bear's head to look up at Levi, clearly expecting him to hold up his end of the bargain. ]
M. Night Shyamalan twists
so he sticks his feet in one heel, and then the other, and
promptly teeters like he's gonna fall, once, twice--
--and then holds his balance like he's grappled onto something with his 3DMG. you go, lance corporal, you go!!
there's a short exhale, like that was an ordeal, and he turns his head to look at junko as he keeps his balance. ]
There.
[ THE PRETTIEST PRINCESS IN HEELS... ]
what a twist ヘ(゚∀゚*)ノ
She stands, considerably shorter than the other now, marching around the room as if she wants him to mimic her. ]