[ Monika grumbles as she scoops the liquid remains of a sundae she'd gotten into her mouth, since Mikan slipped on her ice cream cone. It's interesting! She vaguely wonders how it would've been like when it was still frozen. ]

He sure does have some weird obsession with "despair" or whatever. [ She sighs, pulling the cherry out of the slop and chewing on it. Its tartness mirrors her feelings perfectly. ] And he definitely seems like the type to do something so fucked up.

[ There's a pause. She spits out the pit and laughs sheepishly. That probably seemed out of character for Monika! ] Excuse my language. Uh, anyway...

[ ...She's kind of not sure what to say. All of that seems bad, yeah, but it's hard to compare to all that she's been through herself. ]

Sorry, I guess.