Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[giddyundertaker]

[ An hour or two after the first trial's end, Hild and the Undertaker set out to invite as many people as possible to the Restaurant for the funerals of our dearly departed friends.

Why the restaurant of all places? Because there aren't enough chairs and tables elsewhere.

Indeed, some of the tables have been moved against the wall to make room for the seats. The chairs have been set up in four rows of six, like an improvised theater or a church. To the side, a small buffet has been set up courtesy of Obi, Mafuyu, and Hild. As for the main event? Two tables have been set up and decorated in black fabric and white flowers. In lieu of a live viewing, two drawings referenced from the profiles have been set up in the center of funeral wreaths... They're not the best, due to the artist's handicaps, but it does look like Adaman and Hodaka at least.]

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[fuckingguy]

[ This pronouncement is followed by the 15th bloodcurdling hiss of the day, and then an exclamation with some seriously forced cheer. ]

Oh, Jonathan, Dandy came to visit! Do you want to see him as well, or should I tell him to take his snacks and go?

[ He's already in, Nandor! You let him in! You're a vampire, you know exactly how this works! His face doesn't smile to match his voice, and he looks mistrustfully at the ice cube bag. ]

Gonna drip all over the floor...

[hotpaprika]

[There is gentle sniffling from the other side of the door.]

I am not taking visitors currently.

[bootyhunter]

Doesn't matter! I mucked up your mangy mug, so now I'm here to pay the price.

[He'll have to change tactics-]

You better bust this thing wide, [Dandy kicks at the bottom of the door!] or I'll start goin' on a tirade about every titty I've ever been titillated by! In super-duper detail, baby! YEAHHHH....!!!

[fuckingguy]

He said he was not taking visitors. Wonderful to see you, but really, if you could leave the ice in the freezer and depart...

[bootyhunter]

Wonderful, hah?

[Dandy purses his lips, unsure if Nandor's oddly polite phrasing is pleasant, or simply making the situation even worse.]

You saw him out there, didn'tcha? Actin' like a total nut! I wanna make sure he doesn't do anything dumb! Not all by his lonesome, at least.

Plus, I feel bad about deckin' him like that.

[The ice is definitely dripping all over the floor.]

He wasn't keepin' it together, and I freaked out! Jonny's been breakin' rules right, left, front, and center.

[Dandy speaks loudly, hoping Jonathan can hear him on his side of the door.]

If he kept pushing the envelope, how was I supposed to know that the Mayor wouldn't have done him in just to set some shitty example? That asshole's the worst.

[fuckingguy]

Yes, I am aware of Jonathan's willful disregard for his own life and how annoying it is. Very hard to deal with, we've all been there... but also, if he does not wish to see you, you must respect that.

[ Honestly, a large part of why he let him in was probably to do with the fact that he believes Dandy is sincere? Seeing someone reach out struck some kind of chord with the unexamined part of himself that did, in fact, want someone in the house* to do something, anything, instead of leaving the room to get away from his downer vibes and loud weeping. ]

Stop holding the bag like that, you're making it even worse!





*not you, guillermo

[hotpaprika]

[He doesn't have the energy to be scandalized by that outburst, instead speaking meekly.]

What's the point of any of it?

[bootyhunter]

[Oh! He's gonna turn and press his pompadour to the door now.]

Just let me in, okay?

Please?

[hotpaprika]

[There is a minute of silence, before he opens the door a crack. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, and absolutely dull.]

Evening.

[bootyhunter]

Uuuuuh, yeah!

[Dandy's pretty good at keeping his cool in most situations, but holy fuck, this is awkward. Meekly, he steps inside.]

Yeah, it is.

Yeesh. I didn't mean to do such a number on ya. My bad!

[3,2,1...]

How much of that did you hear?

[hotpaprika]

[As Dandy enters his room, he will immediately notice how unusually unkempt his room was. He usually keeps it looking brand new, but now his bed sheets were absolutely tossed around, and there were notes hastily placed on his desk. All of them are written in shorthand.

Jonathan is currently out of his suit and instead wears nothing but his undergarments and a robe. He doesn't have the energy to take care of himself right now.

He touches his sore cheek, barely wincing at the pain.]

I'll survive. It could have been much worse.

[There is another pause before he continues.]

Enough. I just... I had do do something against Fontaine. I wanted to... try fighting against him, to stand up against someone who was hurting people for his sick pleasures.

[He lets out a short, humorless laugh.]

Lot of help that did us, I suppose.

[bootyhunter]

But you don't hafta do that on your own!

[He is trying his damndest to be nice about all of this, but goddamn, is Dandy tired.]

Sit down, will ya?

[Luckily, Dandy is still wearing his clothes, but don't worry! They will come off later.

Err, not in this thread, probably.]

[hotpaprika]

[He nods, sitting down on the bed silently, as if obeying a command rather than following advice a friend was giving him. There is no comment about not needing to do things on his own.]

time 4 gay; nsfw and probably mentions of injuries ahoy

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy plops himself down on the bed next to Jonathan, only staring straight ahead at first. The condensation on the bag of ice collects even further, soaking the sheets of Jonathan's unkempt bed. It's a strange thing, being held accountable for your actions. Dandy slaps Meow around all the time and often thinks nothing of it, as the feline fuckity-butt seems to invoke Dandy's wrath more than QT does.

Being here, watching this... Dandy almost feels bad about it.

With an air of hesitation, he looks over his shoulder.]

I'm sorry I hurtcha.

Really, baby.

[That last "baby" sounds oddly affectionate, like something of a coo.]

I mean it.

[He waits for any inkling of a reply, then adding.]

Are you gonna let me touch your face? You better! Or else it's just gonna start lookin' like you wet the bed.

god save jonathan

[hotpaprika]

[He blinks, a little surprised, at the baby comment. He hadn't quite gotten what it meant before, but hearing Dandy say it like that gave Jonathan a strange pang in his heart that he couldn't quite explain.

He shoves the feelings down for now, as he slowly nods.]

I suppose... if you came all the way here for it...

[bootyhunter]

[Jonathan is currently experiencing the realities of an unfortunate truth that Dandy himself has yet to acknowledge. The alien hunter would probably count flirting in a list of his top ten favorite activities, having once cited it as coming to him just as naturally as breathing. Now, when he's in the so-called "Dandy zone," firing onslaught after onslaught of shitty pick-up lines, Dandy's luck is pretty terrible.

But when he's trying, when he's sincere about something-]

Tch! Don't do that.

Don't pull that passive aggressive, pansy-poo shit with me, okay?

[It can still come off as flirtatious.

That's just the Dandy way, baby.]

I'm here because I wanna be. Hell, I even slugged ya 'cause I thought I was lookin' out for ya! The Mayor's cracked down on you more than once! What if he had decided to make an example out of you, huh?

[Dandy pushes Jonathan's hair from his forehead, then away from either side. He's mostly checking to see if there are any other injuries. How's Jonny-boy's face looking?]

You've gotta learn to listen to reason. I know it ain't fair! It sucks, big friggin' time, baby!

Uggggh.

[hotpaprika]

Sorry.

[He says this automatically, flinching a little.]

I... I am just so tired of feeling so helpless. I have tried, so hard, and every time...

[He is cut off by Dandy parting his hair. Despite it all, he leans into the touch, sighing softly. There is a soft bump on Jonathan's head where he made contact with the floor, but luckily Dandy didn't do anything that won't heal with a few days of rest.]

I am truly sorry. I do not mean to seem ungrateful, I am so tired of being useless and nothing but a burden on everyone else.

[bootyhunter]

A burden? Come on!

[Dandy clearly doesn't believe this.]

Think of it this way- You wake yourself up in the morning and make sure to wipe your own ass! And even if there are a few days in this place that ya can't even manage to do that, who cares?

You're here! And so are the rest of us. It's not like anybody recruited us for this shit! There were no requirements! The only way we start bein' "burdens" or what-the-frick-ever is when we stop helpin' each other out.

We can't turn on each other- That's the most important thing.

Once everybody starts doin' that, then we're fucked! For damn sure.

[hotpaprika]

Y... you're right. There are still children here, cannot give up when I still need to protect them.

[There's a quiet moment.]

Thank you for not giving up on me, Dandy. I am truly sorry for my behavior this past day.

[bootyhunter]

Do yourself a favor and focus on keepin' yourself outta trouble first! There's plenty of grown-ups around here, so when it comes to people who're supposed to be babysittin', the brats've got plenty, baby.

[Himself included, but all of his attempts to corral the kiddies have been a complete bust.]

Okay! Yeah, alright. I forgive you, blah, blah, blah, blech!

[He sticks his tongue out! This is gross and sentimental, he doesn't want to be here... Not openly, not so obviously... no homo]

People make mistakes when they're messed up. It happens! And then ya move on. Y'know, like a normal person.

[hotpaprika]

I... I know. I'll try not to be so reckless in the future.

[He sighs.]

It's a tragedy that Fontaine has not provided us with steady access to alcohol here. I would do anything for some beer or a good glass of wine. I feel as though I would be much more tolerable if I were not sober at the present.

NSFW, V NSFW;;; i want to fly into the atmosphere

[bootyhunter]

You're tolerable enough!

[Well, sort of. Jon is being very whiny but the circumstances are pretty dire at present.]

Anybody with half a heart's bound to be bitchin' and moanin' after that fiasco, and you're, like, extra dramatic and stuff. So... Yeah.

[He sighs. Yes, that ice-water bag... Is just making everything wetter, rip]

What I wouldn't give for a shot of Gilgamesh Tequila right now, though.

Served on a platter with a side of Honey's perfect breasts… Boy! Do I miss BooBies.

[hotpaprika]

Oh, is Honey your sweetheart-?

-Uh

BooBies?

[That word does not sound super comfortable on his tongue.

Before he can get too hung up either way, however, he is drawn to the ice bag dripping onto his bed. He doesn't want to intrude but... he kind of likes the idea of not sleeping on a damp mattress.]

I'm terribly sorry, Dandy, but weren't you going to...?

[He points at the ice.]

[bootyhunter]

[...Right!!!! The Ice Cubes!!! The Ice CUBES THAT ARE NOW WATER...!!!!

He's going to pick up the sloppy goo in that bag and slap it with one hammy fist to the side of Jonathan's injury. It's mostly water. Poor Jon's faces is just going to be all wet.]

No.

[ALKSSLJDFDSA???]

Sure! She's a sweetheart.

But she's not mine.

[hotpaprika]

[... Yeah it would definitely be rude if he pointed out that this is barely helping, wouldn't it?

He instead just... gently removes Dandy's arm from his face.]

Oh dear... you're telling me you have an unrequited love?

[He looks at Dandy with sympathy in his eyes.]