You're not a kind person. Just as strangely, that feels better all to him too. It feels duplicitous, when motherfuckers get all thinking he's something he's not. He flinches only a little bit at the pat, is able to just breath deep and let it roll off him soon after. He gets what the gesture's being about.

"MIRTHFUL," He repeats, looking upward. Then a though occurs and he turns to Kankri, brows lifting. "Do you Beforan motherfuckers know for such practices called funerals?" Because damn was his mind blown back in that arena. "AH, BUT WE AIN'T GOT NO CORPSE. I ain't want much for cutting my ownself up." He ponders.

"Aight, fold your hands and make for yourself at to be a little more motherfucking mirthful," He says. "YOU DOWN AND READY?"