Sometimes, Red Falcon would even see that the first thing he did after a battle was change into clean clothes.
"Just being a bit sentimental," Joey replied.
"Don't be modest, I'm not complimenting you."
Red Falcon continued, looking Joey up and down.
"You give me the impression of a frustrated philosopher. People like you usually can't help but jump off a building when trapped in a mental dead end, right?"
As Red Falcon said this, he made a gesture with his hand, standing it up like a bird taking off, soaring high, and then plummeting and dying on the ground, making a ridiculous sound effect for authenticity.
Joey wasn't amused. Instead, what he heard made him seriously ponder.
"Suicide? That's not very likely."
Considering many factors, Joey pessimistically realized that even in seeking death, he had many ties and attachments holding him back.
"Why are you answering that seriously?"
Red Falcon felt a bit out of sync with this slightly melancholic guy.
