Too much to believe, too much to deny

[hellshot]

who: Reaper hellshot and Karamatsu glitterpants
what: Meeting to talk about stuff that needs to be aired out
when: Backdated to This.
where: Private housing
warnings: cw for talk about murder probably



[He's not especially looking forward to having to take a trip to someone elses' private quarters--but at the very least it gives him a chance to stretch his legs and distract himself with something.

Even if he expects that something is going to be dealing with a certain sextuplet who's altogether too loud, rash, and over the top.

He doesn't think much about how he hasn't seen the guy in person since they'd arrived in Riverview months ago, but he's nearly certain Karamatsu's going to bring it up.

He tells himself to count how long it takes as a black-gloved hand reaches up to rap loudly on the front door that was at the address Karamatsu had given him.

Here's just hoping he didn't mess THAT up.]

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[glitterpants]

_{[ Reaper is.. cold, and Karamatsu is surprised by the fact because despite Reaper being some old dead dude, it's easy for him to forget about that aspect since he engages with him through a lot of conversations— and is more interested in who he is as a person rather that what he is.
Nevertheless, he makes a slight gasp, watching the trails of black smoke dissipate from him.
He turns around to look at Reaper once he knows his uncool look of shock has disappeared and his lips curve upwards in a smirk. ]}

Because.. it happens all of the time.
_{[ Despite his expression, his words sound oddly sad, and he pauses for a moment before finishing up his sentence with is his delusional assumption: ]}

They are probably too shy of my greatness. You are brave, though, so I should have known better!
_{[ changing the topic quickly: ]}

Ah, do you drink?

[hellshot]

['Because it happens all the time'. What a sad fucking person you are, Karamatsu. He holds in that sentence, just shaking his head at the other for a moment as he settles back into a more corporeal form, rolling his shoulders and casting that nearly tired look down at the other.]

Should consider taking it as a message. [And that's all he'll say on the subject, giving the other a once-over when he suggests that Reaper is shy, of all things.]

I don't usually. But thanks to Eichi's handiwork...

[A gesture to his hole-less face.]

I can manage just fine today. Aren't you lucky.

[Overflowing sarcasm.]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Reaper looks exasperated, but Karamatsu looks up him with a beaming expression, especially when Reaper mentions Eichi. What a good person Eichi is. Karamatsu wants to be just like him just not sick and dying. ]}

Ah! Come on in, then, I have plenty of beer!
_{[ He puts his hand along the small of Reaper's back, encouraging him inside. Are you ready for the Karamatsu house? Because there's mirrors and self portraits everywhere. And blue, a lot of blue. ]}

[hellshot]

[He's not ready for a Karamatsu house, nor is he ready to be led in, celebrity style. He's going to put a hand on that arm that's looped around him and gently encourage it to stop touching the small of his back. Thanks.]

You could have the entire storehouse of beer in your house. Still wouldn't be enough.

[That's... ominous. And holy shit why are there so many mirrors? Reaper never had any mirrors in his own house, for the exact reason that he never wanted to have to look at himself so this...

Is uncomfortable, at best.]

You've got poor taste in home decor.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Karamatsu likes his house. It's a Karamatsu World, so yeah, it's unsettling and maybe just reflect even further with how insecure he is about himself.
He scampers right past Reaper and makes a beeline to the kitchenette, going to the fridge. As promised, there's a whole lot of beer in there.

When Reaper makes a comment on his home decor, he leans back, pressing his fingers to his temple. ]</sub>

Bingoooo! It is Karamatsu Decor! If it were any different, it would not be my house! ☆
_{[ He'll shut the door with his foot and walk over to Reaper in silence with his arms full of beer. How much were we drinking tonight? He looks up at Reaper before just handing him an entire case. ]}

finally gets back to this im legit so sorry

[hellshot]

[If this is what Karamatsu World looked like, he didn't want any part of it, honestly. A house with too many photos of yourself, and enough mirrors to give yourself 700 years bad luck if they all got broken?

Those thoughts are stolen from him, however, as he's handed literally an entire case of beer.

He gives Karamatsu a flat look.]

I don't know how good your math is, brat. But this isn't 'A beer'.

A case. [You didn't invite him over to get drunk, did you.]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Meanwhile, Karamatsu looks up at Reaper, his eyes big. ]}
It looks like 'a beer' to me.

_{[ He's trying to act like Osomatsu here, but who knows how well it'll work. ]}

[hellshot]

....

[Unfortunately for you, Karamatsu, he doesn't know Osomatsu well enough to get your attempt, so...]

On top of everything, you never learnt how to count, either?

[Now he just thinks you're even dumber than before.]

[glitterpants]

Oh, I see... you must be a lightweight then.
_{[ don't??? ]}

That is fine. If you cannot drink a whole case of beer, then I will.
_{[ Karamatsu, you're the light weight. Two beers make you drunk. ]}

[hellshot]

.....[Excuse you, did you just call him a lightweight? He's going to lean in until his (very undead) face is but an inch from Karamatsu's. If this were anyone else, having The Reaper hovering over you, looking every bit like he's going to eat you alive... would probably be pretty spooked, right.

Especially when he growls out something like...]

Are you trying to issue a challenge, brat?

Sounds like your mouth is busy trying to write a check your ass can't check.