[These two, holy shit. Karamatsu, jealous of Ichimatsu's honesty with being worthless, his hateful nature to himself coming off as not caring about being weak. Ichimatsu, jealous of Karamatsu's visions of grandeur, his constant ability to rise above, or pretend to, and smile all the while.]
[He oozes forward onto the table, reaching under it with one arm to produce Reaper's mask. He hadn't shown either of them he had it-- he'd been wearing the man's beanie pretty frequently, but it wasn't something obviously belonging to another person. He sets the mask down with a soft click, and keeps his head down on the table.]
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[He oozes forward onto the table, reaching under it with one arm to produce Reaper's mask. He hadn't shown either of them he had it-- he'd been wearing the man's beanie pretty frequently, but it wasn't something obviously belonging to another person. He sets the mask down with a soft click, and keeps his head down on the table.]