Hoping to get some of the students who hadn't revealed themselves to come clean about their identities, Makoto found Kyoko's body idling around the laundry room and decided to speak with "her".
"Hey!" Makoto greeted the imposter, causing her to face him.
Kyoko's body stared at him for a moment and replied, "Hey." There was an awkward moment of silence between them afterwards. Makoto wasn't sure how to go about getting this person to reveal who they were-he probably should have thought this plan out more before executing it.
"What?" Kyoko's body questioned before he could say anything. "Do you want something or are you just here to annoy me? I'm busy, you know."
The tone the fake Kyoko took with him sounded familiar to Makoto, but he couldn't put his finger on who exactly it sounded like. "O-oh, well, I just came here to ask if you were ready to...tell everyone else who you are yet?"
He immediately regretted the question when he noticed the daggers Kyoko's body was shooting at him. "Fuck no, I'm not gonna tell you who I am, ya fuckin' moron! Go piss off somebody else!"
"Oh, wait!" Makoto said suddenly, seemingly ignorant of the false Kyoko's hostility. He'd remembered who the new Kyoko's attitude reminded him of. "You're Mondo, aren't you!
"Agh!" Kyoko's body, apparantly possessed by Mondo now, snapped out of his enraged state. "Damn it! You weren't supposed to know!"
"But why would you want to hide who you are in the first place?" Makoto inquired. "Don't you want people to trust you?"
"Obviously I'm not gonna tell everyone I'm stuck in this fuckin' scrawny body." Mondo clenched his fists. "I'd be easy bait! Everyone would wanna finish me off before I get back to my own body and finish them off!"
"I really don't think anyone's going to target you because of that," Makoto assured him.
"Well, whatever," Mondo grunted, "You can't tell anyone who I am, got it? I'd never live it down if it got out that I'm in a chick's body either..." Mondo pulled at Kyoko's skirt in discomfort.
"Yeah," Makoto agreed, "Celeste's body is weird for me too. I've just been trying to get used to all the new feelings, you know?"
Mondo nodded. "This fuckin' hair keeps getting in my face. Why doesn't Kyoko just cut it short or somethin'?" He let out an irritated sigh as he brushed Kyoko's hair out of his eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna go...adjust to this body. See ya."
Mondo hastily exited the laundry room, leaving Makoto alone again.
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