[This whole thing could've gone a lot better, in hindsight. Thrown carelessly into the fray, Ichimatsu along for the ride...ah.
So this is how he dies. He always knew a dance skit was going to be too much for them.
But then again, his brother's (woefully small and probably not even existent) pride is at stake here. Boogieman goes down, Matsu's and all, and Karamatsu is the first on his feet. Shaking his fist at the bushes like he wouldn't immediately turn tail and run the moment Guzma turned back around.
...He won't do that, right? Haha no he won't do that.]
Yeah, that's right! You keep your grubby mitts off my brother!
[HE IS A FRAGILE FLOWER WAITING TO BLOOM, GUZMA. A FRAGILE. FLOWER.]
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So this is how he dies. He always knew a dance skit was going to be too much for them.
But then again, his brother's (woefully small and probably not even existent) pride is at stake here. Boogieman goes down, Matsu's and all, and Karamatsu is the first on his feet. Shaking his fist at the bushes like he wouldn't immediately turn tail and run the moment Guzma turned back around.
...He won't do that, right? Haha no he won't do that.]
Yeah, that's right! You keep your grubby mitts off my brother!
[HE IS A FRAGILE FLOWER WAITING TO BLOOM, GUZMA. A FRAGILE. FLOWER.]