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[color=39b54a]“Heh, that’s my name, yeah. You’re…Dulga Tarata, right?”[/color] It was easy for Junko, or anyone really, to memorize the girl with the different arms. For someone without a flashy Quirk, she tended to be easy to identify; her wardrobe didn’t help matters. Seeing as Dulga didn’t really answer her question, Junko only shrugged before taking the seat beside her. Idly, she rummaged into her lunch bag. If she was off-put or nervous from Dulga’s getup, she didn’t much show it.

[color=39b54a]“Oh? Oh. That’s a good question.”[/color] Blunt and to the point, Dulga didn’t hesitate to inquire just what exactly her Quirk did. It was a fair enough assertion and thinking back on it now, Junko hadn’t exactly…explained what her power actually was. Then again, so didn’t the other students, but that was them. Trying not to get embarrassed on that past matter, she brought her sights off the sandwich she packed, now in her hand, to bring it over to Dulga once more.

Junko briefly pondered being coy, asking for why Dulga wanted to know about how her Quirk worked. But there was little to gain when she basically knew how the arms worked so there was no harm in sharing, yes? In the end she went with a half-answer and said, [color=39b54a]“Mhm, my Quirk’s called Fear Monger. It turns the fear of people around me into physical power for myself.”[/color] If Dulga wanted specifics she could ask since she had a mouth, but Junko only shrugged and bit at her food in the meantime. 
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