[Starting from the top, what did he remember? Standing in the living room, that was one. Knowing that his brothers were going to go do responsible things - working, namely, but also socializing and not being layabouts, that was another - and he was going to tell them something important. Something he thought of while he was talking to Totoko-chan. Something...
The sound of a jet engine.
And then his eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed. He slowly relaxed after a minute, realizing oh, wait, that was a dream and almost opening up his mouth to wake one of his brothers up to talk about it when he realizes that it's not one of his brothers beside him. It's someone else entirely.
Immediately, Osomatsu shoots out of bed, no doubt possibly waking the other person up. His eyes are wide, and he's...confused. He's confused and kind of scared. He tries to speak, but his voice comes out as a little puff of air due to Fear and the fact that he has no idea what to say.
What do you say when you're this confused?
So this person wakes up to Osomatsu staring at them, eyes the size of dinnerplates, his face a little pale. And then he finally gets out three words.]
Uh...good morning...
>> PARTIES ARE FOR S Q U A R E S
[He was just trying to watch TV and drink a beer. Why was that so difficult. Why could he not enjoy programs he barely understood, with girls that are even barely hot because their skirts are so long, with music that seems like the dopey-ist foamy-ist crapola that even Karamatsu would call 'a bit much'.
No, there had to be noise. Unbearable noise. And his 'family' had practically volunteered him out to take care of the problem.]
OI, I WAS WORKING! IT'S ROUGH JUDGING THE QUALITY OF TEEVEE!
[The door is slammed shut. He huffs.]
So this is what I get for working overtime.
[OVERTIME....at any rate, he walks towards the noise, and then he has a party hat snapped onto his head, he's given one of those jelly things that decidedly looks like it does not belong in this dimension because it is cursed and probably messes up your digestion, and he's told he's the guest of honor. And to meet his neighbors.
So now he's frowning, and he's holding that cursed food, and he's got a red party hat on his head.]
It's not even my birthday.
[That isn't what he's upset about, but it might as well be.]
>> C A N D Y [cw: razors!!!]
[Halloween was always a weird time of year. He himself wanted to go trick or treating, but it wasn't as fun when trick or treating wasn't treated like a competitive sport to take someone out of house and home (somewhat literally in one unfortunate swindler's case, but he deserved it). Still. He'd taken the kids out - because dammit, if he had kids now, he was gonna be a good dad - and started taking them around.
And he of course decided to take some of their candy, because he so arrogantly remarked 'See, Dad's just teaching you a lesson about the economy. Never expect anything good to last, kids.' But that was just an excuse, because he wanted chocolate, and he was going to get it. He hummed to himself as he opened one of the candy bars, taking the slightest bite--
OH OW. He coughed, spitting out some blood. The front of his tongue was cut--that CHOCOLATE BAR HAD A RAZOR IN IT. Oh, God. Ow. He spat out some more, before seeing one of his 'kids' open one of their own candy bars...and immediately he got up, sprinting over, and smacked it out of their hand.]
WE'RE EATING HEALTHY THIS YEAR OW.
[He winced. Okay. Uh. How does he deal with this. How.]
Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-San | OTA
[Starting from the top, what did he remember? Standing in the living room, that was one. Knowing that his brothers were going to go do responsible things - working, namely, but also socializing and not being layabouts, that was another - and he was going to tell them something important. Something he thought of while he was talking to Totoko-chan. Something...
The sound of a jet engine.
And then his eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed. He slowly relaxed after a minute, realizing oh, wait, that was a dream and almost opening up his mouth to wake one of his brothers up to talk about it when he realizes that it's not one of his brothers beside him. It's someone else entirely.
Immediately, Osomatsu shoots out of bed, no doubt possibly waking the other person up. His eyes are wide, and he's...confused. He's confused and kind of scared. He tries to speak, but his voice comes out as a little puff of air due to Fear and the fact that he has no idea what to say.
What do you say when you're this confused?
So this person wakes up to Osomatsu staring at them, eyes the size of dinnerplates, his face a little pale. And then he finally gets out three words.]
Uh...good morning...
>> PARTIES ARE FOR S Q U A R E S
[He was just trying to watch TV and drink a beer. Why was that so difficult. Why could he not enjoy programs he barely understood, with girls that are even barely hot because their skirts are so long, with music that seems like the dopey-ist foamy-ist crapola that even Karamatsu would call 'a bit much'.
No, there had to be noise. Unbearable noise. And his 'family' had practically volunteered him out to take care of the problem.]
OI, I WAS WORKING! IT'S ROUGH JUDGING THE QUALITY OF TEEVEE!
[The door is slammed shut. He huffs.]
So this is what I get for working overtime.
[OVERTIME....at any rate, he walks towards the noise, and then he has a party hat snapped onto his head, he's given one of those jelly things that decidedly looks like it does not belong in this dimension because it is cursed and probably messes up your digestion, and he's told he's the guest of honor. And to meet his neighbors.
So now he's frowning, and he's holding that cursed food, and he's got a red party hat on his head.]
It's not even my birthday.
[That isn't what he's upset about, but it might as well be.]
>> C A N D Y [cw: razors!!!]
[Halloween was always a weird time of year. He himself wanted to go trick or treating, but it wasn't as fun when trick or treating wasn't treated like a competitive sport to take someone out of house and home (somewhat literally in one unfortunate swindler's case, but he deserved it). Still. He'd taken the kids out - because dammit, if he had kids now, he was gonna be a good dad - and started taking them around.
And he of course decided to take some of their candy, because he so arrogantly remarked 'See, Dad's just teaching you a lesson about the economy. Never expect anything good to last, kids.' But that was just an excuse, because he wanted chocolate, and he was going to get it. He hummed to himself as he opened one of the candy bars, taking the slightest bite--
OH OW. He coughed, spitting out some blood. The front of his tongue was cut--that CHOCOLATE BAR HAD A RAZOR IN IT. Oh, God. Ow. He spat out some more, before seeing one of his 'kids' open one of their own candy bars...and immediately he got up, sprinting over, and smacked it out of their hand.]
WE'RE EATING HEALTHY THIS YEAR OW.
[He winced. Okay. Uh. How does he deal with this. How.]