[ Yamada pauses at Hanatarou's question. It's thoughtful, but in a distracted sort of way. His eyes drift further apart, not in the direction they're pointing, but rotating around to opposite sides of the blob you could generously call his head. Both eyes split double up, giving him two 'faces.' One examines the shelves, reaching out towards stuff with gooey tendrils, while the other looks Hanatarou in the eye. ]
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You can take it with you??
No, you... made it part of you?
...You fused...
[ he sinks to his knees...
and gathers up the fallen melonpan ]
...How do you feel?
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I... don't quite... feel... all there...
[ He chuckles lowly, his voice bubbling. ]