pianosongs | Third Song ○ [Video]

[When the screen turns on, it's to a very somber and serious-looking Masato. Not to say he doesn't ALWAYS look serious, but... well, it's more serious than usual.]

I... wanted to apologize to anyone I may have encountered while... incapacitated, at the prom this past weekend. I'm sure I wasn't the only one, but I deeply regret having behaved as I did, and for anyone I may have burdened or bothered, as I...

I don't quite... remember... what happened.

[He bows his head to the gear, then reaches over to turn it off. But before his hand can reach for the off switch, there's a sudden crash behind him. Masato tries to hurry and turn it off but just abandons it on the chair, where it's propped at just an angle to see his hotel room, and more specifically, the little egg in a light green cloth... egg-cosy of sorts? Along with various scraps of fabric and a small sewing kit with threads and pin cushion scattered on the floor.]

--Ah! The egg!

[His Karrablast is standing there, looking a little startled and entertained by his own mess. Masato just hurries over to scoop up the egg, examining it for any cracks. But it seems like it was just a gentle fall. There's an audible sigh of relief before Masato just picks it up, deciding to carry it back over to the couch with him... Only to notice that his gear never turned off. Then, deciding to just pretend none of this happened, he closes it completely to properly end the termination. You didn't see sewing stuff okay.]

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N-no... Thankfully I remained clothed, to my knowledge. Or at least I awoke fully clothed.

Oh. Well, I guess that's for the best.

Did you at least check your ass for any tattoos?

My--what?!

[There's a long pause.]

...I don't think I've received any tattoos recently.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities, my bad. Your derriere. Believe me, it's really easy to get a tattoo under the influence. Been there, done that, got the tramp stamp.

N-no, it's not the word choice, it's... the context.

But... What is a tramp stamp?

It's a tattoo on your lower back, just about the aforementioned gluteus assimus.

Edited 2013-04-14 00:46 (UTC)

...Ah. I see.

[It's a good thing you can't see how uncomfortable he looks right now, bro. He's honestly on the verge of going to check for tattoos.]

I doubt I have any tattoos of the sort.

[Bro thinks you should go check for tattoos, man. It would be unfortunate if you discovered one one day out of the blue. Best to really check for them now.]

That doesn't sound 110% sure, man. I think you should go check just in case.

[There's a soft sigh. This is just demeaning.]

I shall. I'd rather err on the side of caution.

[Shhh, he's just looking out for you. Really, he is.]

If you need any help getting a good look at the more hard to see areas, I'm a grade A tramp stamp inspector. Just throwing that out there.

[Masato isn't so sure about that...]

While I... appreciate the offer... I think a mirror will suffice.

[Masato might not be, but Brosato is definitely sure of it. He's got your best interests at heart, truly. He really wouldn't want you walking around with a tramp stamp without you knowing about it.]

Suit yourself, but if you end up finding one in the future, don't come crying to me and saying you should've let me help.

[There's a long sigh. At least he's... nice about it?]

I... I think I'll be alright. May I inquire your name, for future reference?

Bro Strider. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever got yours either. Clearly we should fix that.

Bro? That won't be too hard to remember.

My name is Masato Hijirikawa.

If you did forget, I'd be so fuckin' sad, man, you have no idea. Likewise, yours is pretty easy to remember too. You'll be in my kokoro forever, Masato-kun.

[The longest moment of silence. Masato is replaying what he just heard to make sure he heard correctly.]

...I... appreciate the sentiments, Bro.

Edited 2013-05-03 12:37 (UTC)

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