I don't own Dangan Ronpa.
Somehow, meeting an alternate version of himself. felt... comforting. Some weird confirmation that he was somehow not alone in this world. How rude of you to not count me in that equation. I'm just as much of a part of this universe as Misa is here. At least give me that.
"No." Misa answered, gaze already on the ceiling of their train car. "If you really want to be part of this, you would've made sure to keep it updated with the original. But no, that's a bit too hard. Especially since it's been a couple years since the last update."
Not true. I did put a new chapter a couple months back.
"My point still stands." Misa continued and turned to Makoto for the moment. currently, our luckster had taken the time to sit himself down. Taking a deep breath, she reached into her kimono. "A little treat before our death?"
The luckster nodded and watched Misa pull out a little cake. Splitting it in half with her kunai, she handed half to Makoto.
"Thanks." he answered, digging right on into the first piece of food he had eaten in what felt like an eternity. Tasted absolutely divine.
