[There's a minute where he's staring at the screen, waiting for a confirmation notice. When the message turns red for confirmed, he puts the thing away to look down at the miserable guy.]
Don't blame you. Cops suck, they're not people who generally get things done.
Especially given that you're from Japan. Bet you didn't know the Yakuza did more to help people than the police did during a bunch of different crises.
Didn't know a lot of things, probably. Knew where best to find cats, knew what kind of foods they liked best. ...knew a lot of weird shit, could probably still draw a map of the city's alleyways from memory.
[He almost regrets it-- what a stupid thing to say, right now, what a stupid thing to say at all? Good job, Ichimatsu, you're still a moron. He grunts, softly, staring down at his feet, and rolls his shoulders. At least his comment doesn't seem put-off.]
...you aren't that scary, Karamatsu's just a weenie.
[He considers for a moment. Just a moment. Being told he's not scary lights up a very recognisable feeling of irritation out of the bottom of his gut. But he'd be a liar to say that he hasn't invited that kind of opinion from the set of sextuplets--or at least the ones he's met already.]
...
He isn't scared of me either, you know.
When we first met, certainly. But not after what I did to him.
Saved his ass on Ira, didn't you? [He grins, the expression sort of... muddled, because he's tired, but in a way that almost makes it look fonder. Stop that, you goopy moron.]
[He moves around Reaper, coming to stand in front of the couch and frowning for a long time at his brother, reaching out and fussing with his hair absently.]
...he does like to let nothing stop him when he's being embarrassing.
[he watches this in an odd silence, being able to recognise some sense of ... familial love here by logic, but ... honestly, he couldn't understand it. He frowns a little, but that expression could just be credited back to the 'if he hasn't already' comment.
Ugh.]
I wouldn't put it past him. Even if I would very much prefer not to be serenaded at.
[A pause.]
It's likely that sort of attitude that makes him different from the rest of you.
[He will adopt you into his family as Edgy Dad if he doesn't decide he wants to kiss you instead, Gabriel, you are going to be a part of this family whether you want to or not.]
[He winds up sinking to sit on the edge of the couch without really planning to, petting Karamatsu's hair almost mechanically.]
...telling him you don't want to be serenaded is honestly just gonna fuel him. And, what, the singing? He's always been embarrassing, and completely unashamed about it. Colored contacts, shirts with his face on them, glittery pants... [Shakes his head.] He's awful. [Which is exactly why you lost every shit and called your Edgy Dead Friend over to help you figure out how to handle him being in a coma, and are sitting on the couch petting him, right? Of course.]
[Being adopted into a family sounds weird and not entirely advisable, the worst way to introduce your family, 'these are my brothers and the dead guy we found and kept'.]
He looks to me, to be a man with a textbook case of needing to be noticed. Wouldn't go so far as to call it megalomania. He's a little too kind to others for that sort of thing.
[he's still watching quietly with those bright, glowing red eyes. Awful, yeah, right, and that's why you're sitting with him like a worried brother. Awful.
There's a sound outside, and some sort of vehicle is backing in. Looks like someone's here to pick the unconscious man up.]
It's very dull megalomania, I think. He's too nice, yeah, but sometimes he's too nice because he wants to wax poetic about being too nice, not just because he wants to.
[He turns toward the sound, and his nerves amp right back up, but he stays sitting.]
[He can't quite decide if he should be proud of himself for not immediately saying "Yeah, worse things like me,". But he says nothing, watching him unlock the door and eventually getting off the couch.]
...yeah. I don't... maybe it's selfish, but I don't think I can do a hospital right now.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Never tried sniffing police stations or joining the army, so I guess I'm excused.
no subject
Don't blame you. Cops suck, they're not people who generally get things done.
Especially given that you're from Japan. Bet you didn't know the Yakuza did more to help people than the police did during a bunch of different crises.
no subject
Didn't know a lot of things, probably. Knew where best to find cats, knew what kind of foods they liked best. ...knew a lot of weird shit, could probably still draw a map of the city's alleyways from memory.
no subject
[He reaches down to pull Ichimatsu's hood a little furthur down over his head.]
If you weren't able to speak and feed yourself, I'd start to think you were an alleycat in human skin, you know.
no subject
Probably not too far off, given the weird ears and tail thing. But that's why I'm friends with death, probably.
[...he did it, he admitted you two are friends. Holy shit.]
no subject
His head turns back around to stare at Karamatsu's still-sleeping form to try to shake the feeling off.]
Better to be friends with death than to fear it.
no subject
...you aren't that scary, Karamatsu's just a weenie.
no subject
Just a moment.
Being told he's not scary lights up a very recognisable feeling of irritation out of the bottom of his gut. But he'd be a liar to say that he hasn't invited that kind of opinion from the set of sextuplets--or at least the ones he's met already.]
...
He isn't scared of me either, you know.
When we first met, certainly. But not after what I did to him.
no subject
no subject
It's hard to lie about shit like that when he apparently wants to write a damn song about it.
[He crosses his arms, gazing out the window to keep an eye out for when help arrived.]
Makes me think he'll wake up out of stubbornness to see that done alone.
this icon is a cat not karamatsu but you get the idea
[He moves around Reaper, coming to stand in front of the couch and frowning for a long time at his brother, reaching out and fussing with his hair absently.]
...he does like to let nothing stop him when he's being embarrassing.
i absolutely do
Ugh.]
I wouldn't put it past him. Even if I would very much prefer not to be serenaded at.
[A pause.]
It's likely that sort of attitude that makes him different from the rest of you.
no subject
[He winds up sinking to sit on the edge of the couch without really planning to, petting Karamatsu's hair almost mechanically.]
...telling him you don't want to be serenaded is honestly just gonna fuel him. And, what, the singing? He's always been embarrassing, and completely unashamed about it. Colored contacts, shirts with his face on them, glittery pants... [Shakes his head.] He's awful. [Which is exactly why you lost every shit and called your Edgy Dead Friend over to help you figure out how to handle him being in a coma, and are sitting on the couch petting him, right? Of course.]
no subject
He looks to me, to be a man with a textbook case of needing to be noticed. Wouldn't go so far as to call it megalomania. He's a little too kind to others for that sort of thing.
[he's still watching quietly with those bright, glowing red eyes. Awful, yeah, right, and that's why you're sitting with him like a worried brother. Awful.
There's a sound outside, and some sort of vehicle is backing in. Looks like someone's here to pick the unconscious man up.]
Actions speak louder than words do.
no subject
[He turns toward the sound, and his nerves amp right back up, but he stays sitting.]
...yeah.
no subject
[Like people who take advantage of others' lives in order to suss out a better living.
He turns around to unlock the door, and it's not long before they'll arrive to take Karamatsu's body to the hospital.
He turns his head towards Ichimatsu before they storm in, however.]
Still want to hang around here instead of going with him?
no subject
...yeah. I don't... maybe it's selfish, but I don't think I can do a hospital right now.