[This island is bright. Way too freaking bright. Ichimatsu's general aversion to the outdoors aside, it's like walking around full-time in the unyielding gleam of Karamatsu's hideous glitterpants. He's taken to sheltering beneath the thick, bluegreen patches of shade at the fringes of the jungle; can't be assed to travel in much deeper, since it's not like there's anything he'd care about that far in.]
[Well, maybe tigers... ?]
[Some other time. The point is, when Ichimatsu spots the depressingly familiar sight of his own face sitting out in the sand, he's at a loss. Gone is his usual choice of creeping up on his brother unnoticed, doing what he has to do, and beating feet before he's dragged into an annoying conversation. No way he can pull it off in a bright, open space like this... looks like he has to approach Osomatsu directly. What a pain.]
[But there's nothing he can do about it. With a sigh, Ichimatsu plods out of the ferns, tugging down his mask to rest beneath his chin -- he should've let it dry off more before putting it on, it smells disgusting -- and waving a lethargic hand to catch his brother's attention.]
Osomatsu-niisan.
[Yeah he's gonna stop here like... fifteen feet away from you?]
[And suddenly throw a glass jar full of orange preserves directly at your head o shit incoming]
I. oh my god oniichan
[This island is bright. Way too freaking bright. Ichimatsu's general aversion to the outdoors aside, it's like walking around full-time in the unyielding gleam of Karamatsu's hideous glitterpants. He's taken to sheltering beneath the thick, bluegreen patches of shade at the fringes of the jungle; can't be assed to travel in much deeper, since it's not like there's anything he'd care about that far in.]
[Well, maybe tigers... ?]
[Some other time. The point is, when Ichimatsu spots the depressingly familiar sight of his own face sitting out in the sand, he's at a loss. Gone is his usual choice of creeping up on his brother unnoticed, doing what he has to do, and beating feet before he's dragged into an annoying conversation. No way he can pull it off in a bright, open space like this... looks like he has to approach Osomatsu directly. What a pain.]
[But there's nothing he can do about it. With a sigh, Ichimatsu plods out of the ferns, tugging down his mask to rest beneath his chin -- he should've let it dry off more before putting it on, it smells disgusting -- and waving a lethargic hand to catch his brother's attention.]
Osomatsu-niisan.
[Yeah he's gonna stop here like... fifteen feet away from you?]
[And suddenly throw a glass jar full of orange preserves directly at your head o shit incoming]