[What happens now is someone butts in on this entirely too intimate moment.
Really he should be ten million light years away from here- not because he's afraid! NO FEAR just many fears and if he was gone...who would fill everyone's hearts with song? No one, that's who. No one. Surely, there would be no greater punishment in this world than the loss of blessed music.
Of course his family would skew his course. Of course it would be Ichimatsu, Ichimatsu flirting with death and pure muscle and Ichimatsu he needs you Ichimatsu what the ever-loving HELL ICHIMATSU HE RAISED YOU WITH HIGHER STANDARDS ICHIMATSU THAT IS CLEARLY A BAD MAN ICHIMATSU DON'T MARRY YOUR FAMILY INTO THE YAKUZA, ICHIMATSU.
He has two left feet. Literally the way he makes his way over is through a series of off-key claps and stamps of his feet, edging him ever closer to the fray. The only slime that attempts to get in his way sails across the beach, mostly because he's not actually paying attention and hardly out of any semblance of what could be constituted as skill, no sir.
He has something to say here. Something. To. Say.]
May I cut in?
[Ichimatsu's attempt to tug himself closer might wind up with him on the ground, considering Karamatsu somehow decided that grabbing the big. dangerous man round the waist and dipping him was a good idea. A great one. Get the fuck out of here, furrymatsu.]
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Really he should be ten million light years away from here- not because he's afraid! NO FEAR just many fears and if he was gone...who would fill everyone's hearts with song? No one, that's who. No one. Surely, there would be no greater punishment in this world than the loss of blessed music.
Of course his family would skew his course. Of course it would be Ichimatsu, Ichimatsu flirting with death and pure muscle and Ichimatsu he needs you Ichimatsu what the ever-loving HELL ICHIMATSU HE RAISED YOU WITH HIGHER STANDARDS ICHIMATSU THAT IS CLEARLY A BAD MAN ICHIMATSU DON'T MARRY YOUR FAMILY INTO THE YAKUZA, ICHIMATSU.
He has two left feet. Literally the way he makes his way over is through a series of off-key claps and stamps of his feet, edging him ever closer to the fray. The only slime that attempts to get in his way sails across the beach, mostly because he's not actually paying attention and hardly out of any semblance of what could be constituted as skill, no sir.
He has something to say here. Something. To. Say.]
May I cut in?
[Ichimatsu's attempt to tug himself closer might wind up with him on the ground, considering Karamatsu somehow decided that grabbing the big. dangerous man round the waist and dipping him was a good idea. A great one. Get the fuck out of here, furrymatsu.]