[ Low and behold, Karamatsu is oblivious to his surroundings as his finger pluck delicately at the harp strings. It had been too long since he had played the musical instrument, and it had also been too long since he had felt a genuine smile cross his lips.
He sits on a fallen tree along the trunk of it. Finally, he gives in: ]
"Gentle, modest little flower, Sweet epitome of May, Love me, but for half an hour, Love me, love me, little fay." Sentences so fiercely flaming, In your tiny shell-like ear, I should always be exclaiming If I loved you, my dear—"
[ Karamatsu seemed pleased as punch to sing such painful words, but then without warning, he stops all together and simply closes his eyes. ]
[Osomatsu was... well, he can't even believe it, but he was falling asleep to the music, curled up in a ball like a cat. but when the hooded man stops singing, he lifts his head and looks somewhat offended. what gives? why'd he stop?]
[ He's very quiet, but he looks kind of sad, almost as if he is trying to hold back tears. What was that even about? In fact, looks like he is rubbing of his eyes— poor thing.
Contemplating some more, he plucks at the harp again, this time a more playful, upbeat tune. Hopefully Osomatsu likes that. ]
"Would you know the kind of maid, Sets my heart a-flame-a? Eyes must be downcast and staid, Cheeks must flush for shame-a! She may neither dance nor sing, But, demure in everything, Hang her head in modest way, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, 'Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die of shame-a!' Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart a-flame-a!"
[ And so forth, so forth. He seems a bit happier with this choice of song, but after he's been seated here for awhile, he decides to stand.. to leave..? Though he feels an odd presence and looks in the direction of Osomatsu, squinting slightly. ]
[that song was more upbeat! Osomatsu isn't sure what song he likes better. perhaps he just likes the tone of voice. it's decided, then. Osomatsu is going to take this man back to his cave and keep him. then he'll make him sing forever]
[ The laughter definitely gets Karamatsu's attention and he quickly stands to his feet, parting his lips to ask who goes there, but then.. he reveals himself right then there.. a terrifying, horned creature! This was, without a doubt, the complaint the siding villages had recently. This is the monster that has been stealing all of their things!
Karamatsu can only stand there, fearful, his knees even quake slightly from such surprise! What is he going to do? ]
[Osomatsu continues pointing. just pointing, glaring. he doesn't look that menacing, does he? at least not in this form. he almost looks human, aside from the horn, wings, and bright red-orange tail. but he is definitely a dragon, the hooded man might be able to see the smoke that puffs out from Osomatsu's nostrils when he huffs]
Stop... what...? I wasn't doing anything! [other than watching and listening]
[ human form or not, you're scary because he knows what you have done! ]
You... [ ... ] ceased your laughter! That is what you stopped! [ way to go.. Karamatsu doesn't even have his sword with him, so this isn't good at all.. ]
Karamatsu quits fidgeting and shaking once he notices this monster's relaxed demeanor. Bizarre. It was almost like just talking to another person.. who had a tail and wings and horns and.. puffed smoke, evidently. He swallows thickly, holding his palm forward in what appeared to be a stop motion, stepping forward carefully (but still out of his reach.) ]
.. You're the fiend that everyone has been talking about, aren't you? That has been terrorizing innocent peasants and taking their objects?
[ Oh no.. how fierce..! ] A—Ah, but you just admitted yourself you did such terrible things..! So that would make you a fiend, would it not..!? A self proclaimed fiend! You must be very dangerous..!
Ah, my apologies! That was very rude..! [ ??? apologizing to the monster, ok. ]
[ Oh no. The dragon is throwing a hissy fit now. Karamatsu doesn't know what to think..! What if he blows fire at him? He's defenseless at this rate!
In a moment of panic, all Karamatsu knows what to do is to.. play the harp again. He doesn't sing just yet, he just plays a very pretty melody. Maybe it will calm him down? ]
[wait. what's he doing? why is he just starting to play in the middle of their conversation? weirdo.
still.
Osomatsu snorts, smoke billowing from his nostrils. but... he does look less agitated after hearing a few notes. eventually, the dragon plops down on the ground, curling his tail around himself timidly. thou hast calmed the beast!]
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He sits on a fallen tree along the trunk of it.
Finally, he gives in: ]
"Gentle, modest little flower,
Sweet epitome of May,
Love me, but for half an hour,
Love me, love me, little fay."
Sentences so fiercely flaming,
In your tiny shell-like ear,
I should always be exclaiming
If I loved you, my dear—"
[ Karamatsu seemed pleased as punch to sing such painful words, but then without warning, he stops all together and simply closes his eyes. ]
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.......
[he waits]
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Contemplating some more, he plucks at the harp again, this time a more playful, upbeat tune. Hopefully Osomatsu likes that. ]
"Would you know the kind of maid,
Sets my heart a-flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say,
'Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!'
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!"
[ And so forth, so forth. He seems a bit happier with this choice of song, but after he's been seated here for awhile, he decides to stand.. to leave..? Though he feels an odd presence and looks in the direction of Osomatsu, squinting slightly. ]
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AH HAHAHAHA!
[he laughs out loud, hands on his hips]
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...............
[Osomatsu stares at the other man. who... is staring back. then he clears his throat and points at him]
You! Why did you stop?
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Karamatsu can only stand there, fearful, his knees even quake slightly from such surprise! What is he going to do? ]
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[ ????? stop what.. what was he doing... this is a trick question..
be brave, little knight. ]
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[Osomatsu continues pointing. just pointing, glaring. he doesn't look that menacing, does he? at least not in this form. he almost looks human, aside from the horn, wings, and bright red-orange tail. but he is definitely a dragon, the hooded man might be able to see the smoke that puffs out from Osomatsu's nostrils when he huffs]
Stop... what...? I wasn't doing anything! [other than watching and listening]
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You... [ ... ] ceased your laughter! That is what you stopped!
[ way to go..
Karamatsu doesn't even have his sword with him, so this isn't good at all.. ]
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Oh, yeah. I... guess? That is something that I stopped doing. [blink]
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Karamatsu quits fidgeting and shaking once he notices this monster's relaxed demeanor. Bizarre. It was almost like just talking to another person.. who had a tail and wings and horns and.. puffed smoke, evidently. He swallows thickly, holding his palm forward in what appeared to be a stop motion, stepping forward carefully (but still out of his reach.) ]
.. You're the fiend that everyone has been talking about, aren't you? That has been terrorizing innocent peasants and taking their objects?
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[Osomatsu bristles when he is accused. suddenly he looks less relaxed, more defensive, but he doesn't move from his spot. his tail swishes]
It's pretty rude to call someone you just met a fiend. I'm a dragon. [he snorts smoke] ...But I may have done... some stuff... like that.
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A—Ah, but you just admitted yourself you did such terrible things..! So that would make you a fiend, would it not..!?
A self proclaimed fiend! You must be very dangerous..!
[ ??? ]
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You're the one throwin' the F-word around like it's nothing! I never called myself that!
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Ah, my apologies! That was very rude..!
[ ??? apologizing to the monster, ok. ]
[ Oh no. The dragon is throwing a hissy fit now. Karamatsu doesn't know what to think..! What if he blows fire at him? He's defenseless at this rate!
In a moment of panic, all Karamatsu knows what to do is to.. play the harp again. He doesn't sing just yet, he just plays a very pretty melody.
Maybe it will calm him down? ]
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[wait. what's he doing? why is he just starting to play in the middle of their conversation? weirdo.
still.
Osomatsu snorts, smoke billowing from his nostrils. but... he does look less agitated after hearing a few notes. eventually, the dragon plops down on the ground, curling his tail around himself timidly. thou hast calmed the beast!]