[ The napkin appears, and Alice pauses. Midori's tearful contribution would almost be impressive, if it weren't so uncomfortable to watch — not to mention that Midori has even more insults for him! So they're tears of joy, not grief, are they?
And what is he doing with the tablecloth now...? It puts Alice on edge, but he resolves to keep going, still the composed priest. ]
My child... This man's death was clearly horrible. No one wishes to be killed by a table, betrayed by their lover. What a loss for the world! He had exactly the right amount of muscle, resulting in the perfect physique, but now all that remains is a ghost... Indeed, one shouldn't doubt that spirits exist.
[ Scrutinizing Midori's appearance, the man is fairly slender, so presumably he prefers his own type of physique. Which is no reason to express such distaste for another person's muscular build! Besides, wasn't it useful to have someone bigger nearby when he chose to test the drugged tea with the help of a guinea pig? ]
if only!!! at least furniture is avenging midori
And what is he doing with the tablecloth now...? It puts Alice on edge, but he resolves to keep going, still the composed priest. ]
My child... This man's death was clearly horrible. No one wishes to be killed by a table, betrayed by their lover. What a loss for the world! He had exactly the right amount of muscle, resulting in the perfect physique, but now all that remains is a ghost... Indeed, one shouldn't doubt that spirits exist.
[ Scrutinizing Midori's appearance, the man is fairly slender, so presumably he prefers his own type of physique. Which is no reason to express such distaste for another person's muscular build! Besides, wasn't it useful to have someone bigger nearby when he chose to test the drugged tea with the help of a guinea pig? ]