unknownseas | Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[ 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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No, because that's stupid and anyone who says that is trying - and failing - to sound cool. That, and you didn't get the one of us that's a neurosurgeon to make it possible. You should -

[He tries to think of something. He can't. He lowers the nerf gun, useless in the first place, to his side.]

- I don't know.

[And he doesn't. He thinks about Krok, his only frame of reference, someone who couldn't cope with loss to the point he stopped believing it happened - and they all just played along with that. It was easier, just go along with it. There's a metaphor about sleepwalking.

But he didn't wake up. And it kept going. And going. And it's frustrating, seeing someone you've spent the last how-many-years-with keep denying the situation, pretending otherwise, and you're all in on it but you have to pretend otherwise, even though it's not helping, and maybe if you called it quits the first few months in it would be easier to rip the bandaid. But it's been years, and instead of gently waking, you're going to have to use a slap.]

...Don't get caught up in it?

[He senses that sliver of legitimate concern, cocking a curious eyebrow upwards. They are cut from some threads of the same cloth, these two, consistently spelunking about with the threads of FOOT-IN-MOUTH and SHITFUCKERY shining from within for everyone to see. But Dandy and Misfire share another bond, another unspoken connection that is less obvious to anyone unfortunate enough to encounter them both at their worst.]

Settle down, I'm not gonna whack anybody.

[And that is that their fragile inability to wrap their emotions in a sealed coffin, burying them beneath the surface.

Dandy's mouth curves into that shit-eating grin of his, toothy and well-paired with his loud hairdo and all-too-confident gait, but...

Today it takes a little longer to pop up. His unholy ability to pop right back up from a horrible event, like a singular, wayward boob bouncing free from a restrictive cup...

Has been hindered.]

If you want me to feel better so bad, find me a hot date!

[In any other instance, this would be met with a groan. But here, now, Misfire laughs.]

What? Am I not good enough for you? Way to hurt my feelings, man.

[Ah!!! Good. The smokey haze of jokey-jokey is working... Time to disappear behind it and ignore all of his problems again!]

Somethin' tells me I'm not your type.

That's beside the point. It's just nice to be wanted.

You are!

[Dandy raises an eyebrow.]

Just not like that.

Next you'll be saying I have a great personality.

I'm not even sure I'd go that far.

Ouch.

[But fair.]

You're pretty tall, though! And a lotta girls like that in a man.

Actually, for some of 'em, that's all they're lookin' for. Maybe try your luck with one of those!

You think there's a limit for 'too tall'?

Don't think so! Well, I dunno, not liiiike... Absolutely?

This place is pretty slim pickins, though. Plus, everybody in this looney-bin's got wacky opinions.

Are you just saying that 'cause none of them are interested in you?

[Like that's ever stopped him before.]

...No?

[It causes him to reflect on the fact that there were twenty-five at the start, and now there are... Well, less.

This gives him pause.]