No -- scratch that, he more than recognizes it, because it was his meddling that helped put that voice on stage, whether that voice wanted to perform or not. Eichi pauses where he stands, poised to eat one of the two cupcakes he's dual-wielding, and closes his mouth, considering his options.
He considers them very, very carefully.
But, see:
Eichi isn't dead, and Mayoi isn't dead, and that's honestly doing pretty good, all things considered, given all the squid problems and the chaos and the ocean that seems specifically primed to kill Eichi Tenshouin (and failed, yet again, to everyone's frustration).
He steps over to Mayoi, carefully, his steps light, aiming to not be entirely noticed until he can flip himself directly into Mayoi's path and shove and offensively bright green cupcake into Mayoi's direct line of vision. Nay, into his direct line of, like, licking, if he wanted to.
"Would you like a cupcake? They're certainly making me feel better," he offers. He cannot properly eat his remaining cupcake with any sense of decorum, so he simply bites off the top of the icing, like an absolute monster. It was shaped like a little octopus.
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No -- scratch that, he more than recognizes it, because it was his meddling that helped put that voice on stage, whether that voice wanted to perform or not. Eichi pauses where he stands, poised to eat one of the two cupcakes he's dual-wielding, and closes his mouth, considering his options.
He considers them very, very carefully.
But, see:
Eichi isn't dead, and Mayoi isn't dead, and that's honestly doing pretty good, all things considered, given all the squid problems and the chaos and the ocean that seems specifically primed to kill Eichi Tenshouin (and failed, yet again, to everyone's frustration).
He steps over to Mayoi, carefully, his steps light, aiming to not be entirely noticed until he can flip himself directly into Mayoi's path and shove and offensively bright green cupcake into Mayoi's direct line of vision. Nay, into his direct line of, like, licking, if he wanted to.
"Would you like a cupcake? They're certainly making me feel better," he offers. He cannot properly eat his remaining cupcake with any sense of decorum, so he simply bites off the top of the icing, like an absolute monster. It was shaped like a little octopus.
And he bit off its head. Mmm. Cupcaketopus.