[Ichimatsu doesn't reply. He just holds Osomatsu's gaze, pulling his mask down once again with one finger while the other draws from his hoodie pocket a... strip of jerky, salted and dry, peppered with a savory smell of dark-colored spices.]
[Hey onii-chan, did you have fun eating like a caveman?]
[Because he's shoving this entire strip into his own mouth and chewing like a rabid animal.]
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[Hey onii-chan, did you have fun eating like a caveman?]
[Because he's shoving this entire strip into his own mouth and chewing like a rabid animal.]