<sub>[ The little furry things hadn't annoyed Karamatsu in the least. No, they were quite endearing— he hadn't met anybody (or anything) that acted so friendly towards him. He talked to them, petted them, and acted very cordial to these small things. Pretty soon, a whole flock of them were following him, or attached to him in some fashion. It looks like Karamatsu, for once, has successfully made some friends.

There is probably about a dozen of them by the time he decides to serenade them. He sits Indian style nearby with what appears to be a busted guitar of sorts and strums. ]</sub>

♫ O-o-oh, sweet hairballs of the sky—
I love you so much, do you know why—?
Because we are companions until the end,
Oui oui, my beloved, my dear friends—

I would take a bullet for you—
I would cry for you—
There isn't anything—
I wouldn't do— ♫

_{[ It's hard to tell if these little furry things enjoy the singing or if they don't, because all at once, they decide to crowd all over him, pile on top of him, causing him to fall over. Please help? ]}

Uwaahh! Oiiii!

_{[ Yeah, that thing that just plumetted through the bulkhead? Karamatsu is running— and screaming— and.. crying. Yeah, he's crying pretty badly. No time to try and look cool when we're about to die, right? Anyway, he's bringing the monster to you, because the second he sees you, he's running to hide behind you. ]}

A-AH, I AM TOO BEAUTIFUL... and FASHIONABLE.. TO DIE!! I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND!
_{[ GOOD LUCK, FRIEND. ]}