[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.
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[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.]
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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.
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[He turns toward the sound, and his nerves amp right back up, but he stays sitting.]
...yeah.
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[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?
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...yeah. I don't... maybe it's selfish, but I don't think I can do a hospital right now.