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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[inaclearing]

Oh...

[Brett seems a little out of it, and also a little surprised to be approached. Still, he reaches out to take the letter.]

Thank you. [He looks at it for a moment, then puts it in his pocket without opening it.] He left letters?

[onemillion]

[That's fair. Rossiu wouldn't have opened his in front of anyone else either!!]

Yes. It was... in case something happened to him. I thought it only right to deliver them.

[inaclearing]

He must have been really worried about it.

[And rightly so, obviously. It just hadn't occurred to Brett to do any such thing.

.....]

How's Leafeon doing?

[onemillion]

[Yeah. Same.]

As alright as he can be, given the circumstances. He's very strong; I think he wants to be around people right now.

[Leafeon certainly hasn't forgotten Adaman's last request, after all, and he looks up when he hears his name. Hi, Brett, do you want to come sit?? Leafeon moves so he's taking up exactly one chair with space beside him if Brett wants to join him.]

[inaclearing]

Oh. Good.

[This is answering some lingering questions he had about Leafeon's intelligence, in any case. Brett takes the offered seat, if only out of obligation. It brings him back to himself a little - he should - ]

And how are you holding up?

[onemillion]

[Good! As if to clarify that, Leafeon gently headbutts Brett's leg.]

I'm... as okay as I can be, given the circumstances. Today's been a very difficult day.

[inaclearing]

Yeah. Yeah...

[Brett blinks. It's a moment before he reacts to the headbutt, reaching down to absently stroke Leafeon's head. He doesn't say anything else; he does seem sort of out of it.]

[onemillion]

[Leafeon will accept the pets!]

...If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know.

[That isn't an offer for just right now, of course; but really, what do you say after something like this...]

[inaclearing]

I'm okay.

[He lies automatically!]

Just keep an eye out for the kids.

[onemillion]

I will, of course.

[That goes without saying, as far as he's concerned.]

But... They aren't the only ones who are hurting today. So if there's ever anything I can do to help, you have but to ask.

[He's not going to push because today's been hell and Rossiu is very aware that he's Bad At This, but the offer is there and it seems to settle him a bit once it's out there.]

[inaclearing]

[Brett sighs, rubbing at his eyes.]

There's...I don't know. I - I think I need to get out of here. How long are you supposed to stay at a funeral? Twenty minutes?

[It's almost definitely longer, but also there's not really a service happening here.]

[onemillion]

[Honestly, no idea in response to that question, but uh...]

Yes, of course. Would you like me to accompany you?

[To make sure you get back to your room without fainting or something...?]

[inaclearing]

[Brett smiles slightly, wanly.]

I'm not gonna pass out or anything. I'm fine.

[onemillion]

If you say so.

[He has his doubts, but Brett knows himself better than Rossiu does, so he'll trust his judgment!]

Please take care on the way back.