Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
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"GAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Now Koba was more interested in the present. He was fairly excited to see what was inside. The fact that the present could be a trap didn't even cross his mind. He was about to shred it open when he was handed the invitation. He couldn't help but make a face at the thought of having to dress 'nice.' Everyone always thought he looked like garbage when he dressed up. Koba had always thought he looked cool. "I don't wanna dress up! That's bogus!"
With a grunt, Koba turned back to the present, ready to continue his excitement from before as he crumbled up the invite and crammed it into his already full pockets. "At least he got us us presents! What do you think they are?"
Ryōka took both the present and the invitation with glee. Ryōka was always happy to receive presents whether it be his birthday or Christmas. Although he was a bit curious as to what Monokuma thought a good present for him would be. With the invitation in his pocket, Ryōka turned to Mari with his hands clasped together. "Isn't it wonderful, Mari? A real gala ball, just like all the celebrities go to! You simply must let me do your hair, not that it isn't already fantastic. Of course, we'll also have to pick out a dress for you! Oh~, this is so exciting, isn't it?"
Ryōka's smile turned upside down when he heard Koba complaining about dressing up. "Dressing up is a good thing, you know. Perhaps it'll make you look more refined," He said matter-of-factly. "Hopefully the black-and-white rat got you a comb for your intolerable mane."
MonokumaFever
"What? Are you insultin my do?" Koba shot, suddenly taken away from the present for a moment. He adjusted his hat, shooting a daring look as he pointed at him. "What makes ya think my hair's bad? It's radical, a top pick amongst the best Sk8rs. With just one look at it, ya'll see that I'm a pro! It tells everyone how funky I really am."
With a scoff, Koba turned back to his present, pouting slightly as he jumbled out his last complaint. "Besides, fancy clothes are always so borin, especially for boys, suits just come in like three shades of BORING and DULL." with a huff, Koba would start to tear off some of the wrapping paper. "Besides, I dount you'd know cool of it hit you in 'yur ugly face."
GinkyGotBack
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"Ugly..?"
Ryōka's body went limp and his eyes seemed empty prior to Koba's insult towards him. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes were starting to moisten, but he refused to cry in front of these people, especially Mari who was standing right next to him. A cough escaped his lips, which caused Ryōka to cover his mouth with his forearm. Ryōka used it as an excuse to wipe his eyes and when he lowered his arm his smile had returned, but not the same as the one he had earlier. It was a sad smile, his lip was still quivering, but not as much now that he was determined to hide his obvious pain.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Just another example of the pot calling the kettle black, am I right?" Ryōka was practically choking out his words at this point, it was very clear that Koba had hit a tender spot on his feelings. "Well now, I don't see much point in sticking around here any longer. There's plenty to do before my grand appearance at the gala tonight." Turning his back to Koba and Mari, he weakly pushed his way through the group, all the while saying, "You'll have to wait a bit before I lend you my assistance Ms. Mari, I'm afraid I'll be preoccupied for the next half hour or two. If anyone n- *hic* needs me I'll be in my room." From there Ryōka meagrely made his way to his room, without so much as glancing at anyone.
MonokumaFever
Koba paused at the other student's reactions, suddenly nervous he'd actually hurt the other kids feelings. Sometimes Koba genuinely wished he didn't get so defensive about everything. He knew everyone thought his hair was stupid, but he heard it so often it usually became... overwelming. But he'd never made someone... cry before. Usually they just told him to shut up.
"W-wait! Oh geeze. Come back! You're not ugly I'm just impulsive, homie! You're probably the best lookin person here! And your hair is sick af!"
GinkyGotBack