chap. 9 maki/hiyoko
the kimono wearing girl decides to bother maki, for whatever reason
Maki doesn't know much about the upperclassmen, doesn't care to, but what she does know is that she really, really dislikes this one. More than she dislikes most people, honestly. "Aww what a cute glare!" Kimono Girl chuckles, fingers on her lips, "I'm so scared! Miss Shorty's gonna assassinate me, wahhh- hahaha!"
"You're not that taller than me." she says, hoping to murder a person with a single look. It doesn't work, obviously, and blondie just laughs more, sitting down from where she was leaning on the cafeteria table (hopefully next time she slips and breaks her neck) in front of Maki to glower and mock her… for whatever reason. Maki just wanted to sit next to Peko and escape Kaito's ramblings for a day, and she's treated like this for it. It's much worse. It's almost as bad as Kokichi.
"Especially not compared to our first year," Peko drawls with an expression of some sort of mixture of concern and irritation. "Please just eat your food quietly. You should act like an adult if you want to be perceived-"
"I mean, like, seriously!" the little demon cuts in, "Are you going for that Cute-And-Little-But-Can-Kill-You vibe?! What's up with the pigtails?"
"Hiyoko, this is utterly ridiculous." Peko says so Maki wouldn't have to respond to that, poking at her meal with her chopsticks, "You're easily describing yourself from our first year. How hypocritical."
"Please don't compare me to her." Maki growls.
Obviously, the girl- Hiyoko- ignores them both, pouting sideways and looking thoroughly stupid, "Nah 'cause I had those real pigtails, on top of your head. Kind of like Peko, but instead of braids, it was-"
"Bananas, yes." Peko smirks. Maki simply eats her food, observing.
"What?! It didn't look like bananas!"
Maki points to her current blonde ponytail. "It definitely does."
"N-Now you're ganging up on me?!" she sniffs (she really is just like… the original Kokichi, huh? Except somehow she's even meaner), "I was just going to tell Maki real pigtails would suit her better… I was gonna do them for her…" Her lips tremble, causing the assassin to narrow her eyes. Actually, she's not sure if Hiyoko is like Kokichi, because she can't actually tell if she's being sincere with sudden hurt… Maybe she's like Miu in that sense. Either way, Maki doesn't feel any remorse whatsoever.
"Why would I want to do that?"
Hiyoko frowns down childishly at her own plate, huffing. "I wanted to try out different hairstyles for my new kimonos, but I don't know how to use my hair bows from that angle!" She looks at Maki pleadingly, "I thought m-maybe we could swap pigtails a-and you can show me how to-"
"Did someone say pigtails~?" a sing-songy voice calls above the noise of the cafeteria chatter. Another blonde girl with "real" pigtails twirls her way to their table. Maki cringes. Please not another annoying person. She just wanted to sit with Peko and talk about swords or something. "But seriously," Junko (everyone knows who Junko is, Maki can't hide this fact) asks, leaning over their table with wide eyes, "Did someone say pigtails? I can't tell with all this noise, y'know."
"Junko!" Hiyoko cheers with- Maki realizes with dread- enthusiasm instead of that sarcastic childish act she did earlier. "Yes, we did! Can you please, please do us a favor?" she asks, orange eyes widening in a cutesy pleading puppy stare (or whatever they're called- Maki thinks she herself has the opposite of whatever it is). Is it too late to book it, she wonders. By the sound of Peko's sigh, the answer is yes. "A fashion favor?"
Red perfect nails glide across the plastic table as the fashionista slides to the seat beside Hiyoko. "You had me at 'pigtails', sister."