Fufu... [He coughs again, this time pausing from it to drink some tea in hopes that it helps.] I'm actually really envious of your confidence. Maybe I'll try to drink tea through a straw, as well.
[Will it boost his mood? Will he become cooler? He's going to try it, maybe. Setting his cup down and moving to reach for the teapot, he offers it to Reaper. More cute tea??]
You're so mysterious that I can't tell if that's a serious suggestion or not. I'm afraid that there are already so many people who are afraid of me as it is, so if I were to become a cyborg, it would be even more difficult to speak to others. How lonely that would be...
And I wouldn't want to live if anything affected my life as an idol. It's a complicated thing, but don't worry; I've already become used to this fleeting life of mine.
Confidence is a fancy word for it. I'd liken it more to not caring about the opinions of other people. There's a word for that, isn't there.
[He takes a minute to stare down at the others' offer of the teapot... before holding the cup out a little awkwardly. The straw still... sitting in it, so stupidly.]
Insouciant. That's the word. I'm insouciant.
[He'll take that cup back, thank you. Idling a moment to try to pick up another sugar cube without disturbing the others with his corpsefingers.]
...It was mostly a joke. Don't expect anyone to actually walk into a clinic and get made into a fancy cyborg just for a laugh. Maybe if you were desperate to live and were okay with the world treating you funny for being half omnic.
[Suggesting that, honestly, the aforementioned 'kid' wasn't exactly well-accepted for having a cyborg body.]
You're attached to your job. Even though that line of work doesn't last a lifetime. Not from what I've seen.
Isn't insouciant an even more "fancy" word for it? Fufu, you're a strange person, to prefer to leave it without any benefit.
[Eichi likes it. He watches as Reaper carefully takes the sugar cube. What a proper tea party this is, even with a straw.]
I am very attached to becoming the "idol" of my dreams. It's not just a career, but my life. Before I knew what an idol was, I had no meaning to my short, fleeting life. I acted out and pulled silly pranks for attention.
But there was one idol who inspired me. Watching him gracefully on stage, moving an entire audience... My heart seemed to stop beating in the most pleasant way, and I wanted to become just like him. No, better than him.
I want to move the hearts of those around me and touch lives with my own short one. That is my ephemeral dream.
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[Will it boost his mood? Will he become cooler? He's going to try it, maybe. Setting his cup down and moving to reach for the teapot, he offers it to Reaper. More cute tea??]
You're so mysterious that I can't tell if that's a serious suggestion or not. I'm afraid that there are already so many people who are afraid of me as it is, so if I were to become a cyborg, it would be even more difficult to speak to others. How lonely that would be...
And I wouldn't want to live if anything affected my life as an idol. It's a complicated thing, but don't worry; I've already become used to this fleeting life of mine.
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[He takes a minute to stare down at the others' offer of the teapot... before holding the cup out a little awkwardly. The straw still... sitting in it, so stupidly.]
Insouciant. That's the word. I'm insouciant.
[He'll take that cup back, thank you. Idling a moment to try to pick up another sugar cube without disturbing the others with his corpsefingers.]
...It was mostly a joke. Don't expect anyone to actually walk into a clinic and get made into a fancy cyborg just for a laugh. Maybe if you were desperate to live and were okay with the world treating you funny for being half omnic.
[Suggesting that, honestly, the aforementioned 'kid' wasn't exactly well-accepted for having a cyborg body.]
You're attached to your job. Even though that line of work doesn't last a lifetime. Not from what I've seen.
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[Eichi likes it. He watches as Reaper carefully takes the sugar cube. What a proper tea party this is, even with a straw.]
I am very attached to becoming the "idol" of my dreams. It's not just a career, but my life. Before I knew what an idol was, I had no meaning to my short, fleeting life. I acted out and pulled silly pranks for attention.
But there was one idol who inspired me. Watching him gracefully on stage, moving an entire audience... My heart seemed to stop beating in the most pleasant way, and I wanted to become just like him. No, better than him.
I want to move the hearts of those around me and touch lives with my own short one. That is my ephemeral dream.