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TG was wrong, very wrong. Junko frowned and shook her head. "No, that's not it. He did it because I'd just said not everyone on stage was up for bid, because he'd gotten on stage and one of the others had bid on him...so he bid on me in retaliation...I have a boilfriend already. He knows that." This pesky boil needed to get his facts straight.

"Ah, no. I'm not. I'm a monster. Though I'm flattered you think I'm a demon, it was very tempting to say yes." Junko giggled. "I sew for a living, I've made clothes for quite a few students! Including a few demons. I'm working on a large collection for Riley right now as well."

Junko blinked. It...made sense..? Why? She tried not to look visibly offended by what TG was saying, Junko would hold out some hope he wasn't making some kind of racially offensive joke or something. She really, really hoped not. "Why does it make sense, exactly?" He'd thought she was a demon and it had been flattering but now he almost made it sound like being a monster was just so obvious now just because..she liked to sew?

"Mindflayer, Student Council President. Lots of purple? Tentacles? Speaks telepathically to everyone because she lacks a mouth?" Would that help him figure out who Riley was?

Despite being a monster. Expect that she'd need some sort of trade. Junko looked rather annoyed by TG's choice of words. Was he...he was. He was one of those demons.

"I don't consider it the 'fashion sense of a demon'," Junko began politely with a small frown. "I like what I like and it just so happens many others like it as well. I don't believe being of any particular race deems how you should dress. I've seen some very poorly dressed demons, for example." The ghoul shuddered at the memories. She would have just left him if he'd said her work didn't require 'higher brain function'. There was only so much arrogance and racism Junko could tolerate.

His description of Riley had Junko stopping in her tracks, taking a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds. Don't kick him. Don't kick him. He wants to be a paying customer. "Yes, Riley," Junko emphasized her name, refusing to let her friend be 'the busy chick with the black panties', "is a very supportive friend of mine, almost like a mother." She was certainly better than her own mother. Junko started walking again. Was she sure she wanted to do this? Was Junko that desperate for money? She'd like to think she wasn't..

"So, these coats...do you want them like the one you're wearing?"

"Race should not determine how someone dresses. Some don't care how they look, others do. It's not wise to be so...close minded." Junko said this as gently as she could get out. It was hard, this boil was kind of annoying and very offensive.

Her hair twitched with irritation when he commented on Riley again. Stop that you annoying little twit! "It's not like that." Ugh! The disrespect!

When the subject of his coat was brought back up she had every intention of clinging to it. Speak to him strictly about business and nothing else, Junko. Nothing. Else. He wasn't worth your anger. You're a lady, a proper ghoul, you have manners; Junko was not going to allow him to call her some 'monster stereotype'. It was ignorant. "So you want darker neutral colors? Things like gray, black..you might look nice in some white." He'd look like a big red zit on a white background.

Tempting.

"I've worked with fur, but usually only as an accent or a trim, or an accessory. Lining a coat isn't hard though, I'll be fine. I've been doing this since I could thread a needle~." A wee scareling. Junko would continue to just speak purely business with TG. "Is there anything I need to provide myself? Did you order only furs or did you order the rest of the coat materials as well?"

Junko had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Not all undead sleep in the dirt. Who taught you these things they're so..outdated and wrong!" It was clear now this must be an upbringing thing. He wasn't saying any of this with some kind of malicious tone to his voice, he was speaking completely innocently. He genuinely thought this was how things worked. Either he was stupid or someone had wrongly taught him this way.

"I do not have 'the hots' for Riley. She is one of my very good friends. How could you even say that?" Junko was getting too testy and aggravated with topics not business related. This boil was annoying, and it took a lot to get under her skin.

Hell, he was worse than Mac. At least Mac knew when to show respect even if he didn't mean it, Junko could at least give him that.

"We'll make a stop at your room to pick up the rest, then. It'd be easier for me to have them all together so I don't have to go back and forth. You'll let me know when the furs come in?" Junko had taken a notebook out now and was jotting down some notes, writing a big "TG" at the top of the page. There was even a small doodle in the corner of the boil's face as a reminder. "Extra padding as in...covering? Do you not want openings in the back for your wings?" That was a peculiar request. Had he not said anything Junko would have just assumed he'd want the space when she saw the wings and made the openings! Another note was written.

"...Why are you pouting?"

"You're pouting. Why?" Junko almost sounded like she was speaking to an uncooperative scareling.

Because she totally was.

Junko sighed and rolled her eyes. "Why are you mad?"

When asked what she was Junko wasn't even slightly surprised. "I am a futakuchi-onna. A two-mouthed woman. We have living hair and mouths in the back of our heads. Not all monsters have fur and tails." So ignorant.
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