"[color=00a651]Oh?[/color]" a slight laugh, nervous and offbeat. "[color=00a651]I don't think I have anything for you to divvy up right this moment but- I-I'm probably not going to puke. There's a higher chance of me having an anxiety attack and then possibly, a mental breakdown, I might have fainted if I'd been given some time but none of that is happening right this second so that's splendid.[/color]"

This was said all very cheerfully, he even seemed like he could have laughed about it again. His smile was far too tight, it made the corners of his eyes wrinkle a bit.

He found Sayuri to be undeniably kind of interesting from just a few words in but there was an edge to her personality. He was kind of intimidated by her and her jokes fell flat when they left her mouth--at least he hoped that was a joke. He really hoped his death wasn't so imminent that they needed to worry about the fair distribution of his stuff. Also he was more than positive that he'd heard thunder in the distance at the slightest twinge in her expression when she had seen Epsilon, he didn't know if she was connected to the thunder but he wasn't about to disregard it. Too many things made it impossible to disregard. If she could control the weather then he was already sure that she was much more powerful than him. 

[i]He made a mental note not to drink any of her strawberry soda.[/i]

Turning his brain away from Storm the second, he ran another nervous hand through his red hair and watched Delta as he spoke. He didn't feel sick but he felt [i]sick[/i], nothing felt right and he couldn't seem to calm himself in the passing moments but he supposed that was logical given what the day had brought him. He wasn't used to sudden changes, everything he did was meticulous and this hadn't been meticulous at all. He hadn't planned on a scary man in a suit of metal to come charging into the cafe with a gun latched in his hand and he hadn't planned on narrowly avoiding death. He hadn't planned on this place- wherever it was and he hadn't planned on the people- whoever they actually were. He didn't like the suddenness of everything and how quickly it had come to be his situation.

Delta gave a clear rundown of the situation and he found himself listening very closely, his pale blue eyes intent on the man's face. Discomfort flooded Carson's expression for a moment but it was  quickly replaced by something much more neutral, some half-hearted bravado that he couldn't have mustered earlier. At the very best it just made him look a little more impassive but there was a wild light trapped in his pale eyes. 
When Justin spoke again, he felt relief at hearing he was going to stay, he may not have really known the guy but he didn't want him to be brutally murdered. He wasn't sure he wanted to think about anyone being brutally murdered anymore and he mentally scolded himself for bringing it up again. He squashed the thought process and refocused his attention to Delta, offering a crooked smile before shrugging very lightly.

"[color=00a651]Yeah, I wish you'd guys had popped up sooner too.[/color]" he said honestly, rubbing a hand along his eyes as if to rouse himself. He wasn't going to lie, he really would have rather he'd never seen Phi before. He didn't blame them though, sometimes stuff just happened and it couldn't be stopped. Though when Justin spoke of getting his CD collection, Carson found himself giving a nod of agreement.

"[color=00a651]I've got a crapload of books and CDs back at my place and journals and art stuff. Honestly, my room is a trash heap but it's a creative trash heap and I love all of that garbage.[/color]" he said fondly, thinking of his many sketchbooks more than anything. He hadn't drawn anything good in two weeks but wasn't this tragedy the kind of inspiration that he needed?

"[color=00a651]What about our parents? I didn't think about it before but-[/color]" he grimaced slightly, "[color=00a651]My dad probably doesn't really know I'm gone, he works long shifts at the hospital so I'm not really worried about him but my mom is a different story. I've been kind of M.I.A for the last two days but I've kept her up to date in texts and she's going to notice if I just stop. I mean, I am definitely not the best son in the world but it would break her heart if I just stopped showing up all together. She's probably already kind of worried about me, y'know? She's prone to thinking the worse and if she's scared then she'll call my dad and he won't be happy at all.[/color]"

A bitter taste entered his mouth at the thought of his father. If his mom did happen to call him then he'd come home and he'd be angry that he couldn't finish his shift and he'd be angry that they were losing money and he'd be angry that Carson wasn't there. He'd start yelling about how ungrateful Carson was and he'd start throwing things after some time. His broken phone would get a bunch of screaming voicemails and his mother would have to listen to if all while they waited to hear back. He didn't want to think of the disaster that would follow when they realized that he wasn't going to call back. He could already hear the slamming.

"[color=00a651]So do we like give them some kind of four-one-one?[/color]" he asked tentatively, a frown finding it's way to his mouth. "[color=00a651]My mom doesn't deserve to worry like that. She does a lot for me. They put up with a lot from me.[/color]"