[ he does just that, rapping neatly on the door and stepping inside with all of that fake charm in place, the bright smile and the air of some righteous hero — but he remembers, when he catches sight of Erika, what they had talked about the other night. her dislike of performance. well— he can't stop doing it entirely. that would be... he already knows what happens, if he isn't wearing some kind of mask.

it's no hardship to make it a little less blatant, though. the TV smile drops to something much more subdued without Erika needing to say anything about it. there are degrees of sincerity in his different facades; the kind of personality he kept while he was with the Phantom Thieves should do just fine, and it's the closest to genuine. ]

I assume you're not overly fond of banal pleasantries like "how are you," so... What have you been up to today, Mishima-san?