[Too much. Too much has happened since the trial ended. Zombina, Korra, Osomatsu, and now even Yuri...and with Kaiba and Akira laid up in the infirmary after an altercation of some sort, Karamatsu's nerves are well beyond shot. He has no time or presence of mind to even grieve, the shock carrying him out of Akira's room and into doing something. For the first time since post trial, he visits his own room, then collects the plethora of letters left for him by the recently dead. Zombina, and Yuri...
...He keeps both their letters in his pocket. He just...he needs time to think. It's all too much.
Also that motive he is completely ignoring, he doesn't care anymore, fuck you Rox.
Karamatsu finds himself unable to go back to Akira's room right now, but he needed a reason to be out of it anyway. But he's...not okay, and he needs to be doing something other than sitting, so he visits the new floor and finds himself at the Gym. He doesn't ready himself for a game of lonely horse, though. Instead, he grabs a basketball and just starts throwing it at the wall as hard as he possibly can, letting it thud solidly into his chest every time it bounces back and he catches it. He does this over and over for an hour, occasionally hollering out into the open, empty space of the gymnasium. At least one time he throws the ball and misjudges his catch, earning him a ball solidly to the head with at least a satisfying sound. But he'll be fine, he just curses with his face in his hands for a few long moments before going right back to it.
Later, he visits Yuri's room very briefly, looking for a few things...and when he finds them, he takes them with him to the Music Room. He takes his time looking through the instruments until he finds an acoustic guitar that's much nicer than his own, in brand new condition. He takes a seat with it across his lap. He doesn't start playing it right away because he's holding a cell-phone, and he taps through a few things until he finds where the camera is. He turns it on himself after finding a place to prop it up and presses record.]
...I know you will never see this, Yuri-kun. But. I am going to play something for you, okay? For you...and for everyone else who left us too soon.
Finally, towards the end of the day, Karamatsu heads to the bar. He doesn't...particularly want to be here, but for Osomatsu he feels like he should. He's got some plain beer that he sits and sips on every so often. He's not wearing Osomatsu's hoodie anymore, but instead has it tied around his waist, leaving him with a sleeveless grey tank-top and gold necklace, seeing how the rest of his clothing is...gone. Even his broken glasses, left in his jacket pocket.
But he is wearing a red glove. Just one, for some reason.]
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...He keeps both their letters in his pocket. He just...he needs time to think. It's all too much.
Also that motive he is completely ignoring, he doesn't care anymore, fuck you Rox.
Karamatsu finds himself unable to go back to Akira's room right now, but he needed a reason to be out of it anyway. But he's...not okay, and he needs to be doing something other than sitting, so he visits the new floor and finds himself at the Gym. He doesn't ready himself for a game of lonely horse, though. Instead, he grabs a basketball and just starts throwing it at the wall as hard as he possibly can, letting it thud solidly into his chest every time it bounces back and he catches it. He does this over and over for an hour, occasionally hollering out into the open, empty space of the gymnasium. At least one time he throws the ball and misjudges his catch, earning him a ball solidly to the head with at least a satisfying sound. But he'll be fine, he just curses with his face in his hands for a few long moments before going right back to it.
Later, he visits Yuri's room very briefly, looking for a few things...and when he finds them, he takes them with him to the Music Room. He takes his time looking through the instruments until he finds an acoustic guitar that's much nicer than his own, in brand new condition. He takes a seat with it across his lap. He doesn't start playing it right away because he's holding a cell-phone, and he taps through a few things until he finds where the camera is. He turns it on himself after finding a place to prop it up and presses record.]
...I know you will never see this, Yuri-kun. But. I am going to play something for you, okay? For you...and for everyone else who left us too soon.
[Karamatsu then starts to play on his guitar, and he plays until the phone stops recording on its own.
Finally, towards the end of the day, Karamatsu heads to the bar. He doesn't...particularly want to be here, but for Osomatsu he feels like he should. He's got some plain beer that he sits and sips on every so often. He's not wearing Osomatsu's hoodie anymore, but instead has it tied around his waist, leaving him with a sleeveless grey tank-top and gold necklace, seeing how the rest of his clothing is...gone. Even his broken glasses, left in his jacket pocket.
But he is wearing a red glove. Just one, for some reason.]