... yeah. Only real garbage would do something that shitty.
[It's not as if Ichimatsu and his five brothers dine and dash, several times a month, at their acquaintance's oden stand.]
[Except they do precisely that.]
[It's okay though, Ichimatsu holds no delusions of himself or his siblings being anything close to "lovely, wonderful souls".]
[As for the crates, he seems to have no such reservations; he moves to the smaller of the two, examining it with blank intensity for a few moments. Then he draws his knee up and sharply drives his heel down, caving in the damp wood with a splintering crack. Ouch, ouch... that hurts. It did the job, though. Ichimatsu tenderly shakes his foot and kneels to the sand, tossing aside a few broken planks to get at the contents in the crate.]
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[It's not as if Ichimatsu and his five brothers dine and dash, several times a month, at their acquaintance's oden stand.]
[Except they do precisely that.]
[It's okay though, Ichimatsu holds no delusions of himself or his siblings being anything close to "lovely, wonderful souls".]
[As for the crates, he seems to have no such reservations; he moves to the smaller of the two, examining it with blank intensity for a few moments. Then he draws his knee up and sharply drives his heel down, caving in the damp wood with a splintering crack. Ouch, ouch... that hurts. It did the job, though. Ichimatsu tenderly shakes his foot and kneels to the sand, tossing aside a few broken planks to get at the contents in the crate.]
Alright, let's see.