[ God, he feels so angry about this. It's the first emotion he feels, unfortunately. Karamatsu doesn't respond, beginning the pace the floor back and forth as he thinks about what Ichimatsu said.
Look after him, Karamatsu. That is what Ichimatsu said. And now he gets why.
Karamatsu stops in his tracks. Realization fills his face and it's soon overcome by fear— so much fear he cannot bare he look in his reflection in the window. His hands crumble to his face slowly to hide whatever pitiful expression he has.
That sounded like a goodbye. A very long goodbye.
He feels like something horrible has happened. This wasn't the right time to fight with Osomatsu and try to make himself feel better. This was a time to work together instead of against each other. Some more frantic pacing occurs, the edges of his fingers scraping against the sides of his head until he finally stops with his front pressed against a wall, warm tears beginning to form at the ends of his eyes.
He doesn't know why he wants to cry— he hates it.
You're a crybaby anyway. That's what Ichimatsu said.
Karamatsu's leg bounces up and down, some sort of anxious movement to try and gain control of himself again. His hands slide down the wall and slowly curve around his body as he tries to compose himself— as he tries so hard to appear strong.
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Look after him, Karamatsu.
That is what Ichimatsu said.
And now he gets why.
Karamatsu stops in his tracks. Realization fills his face and it's soon overcome by fear— so much fear he cannot bare he look in his reflection in the window. His hands crumble to his face slowly to hide whatever pitiful expression he has.
That sounded like a goodbye.
A very long goodbye.
He feels like something horrible has happened. This wasn't the right time to fight with Osomatsu and try to make himself feel better. This was a time to work together instead of against each other.
Some more frantic pacing occurs, the edges of his fingers scraping against the sides of his head until he finally stops with his front pressed against a wall, warm tears beginning to form at the ends of his eyes.
He doesn't know why he wants to cry— he hates it.
You're a crybaby anyway.
That's what Ichimatsu said.
Karamatsu's leg bounces up and down, some sort of anxious movement to try and gain control of himself again. His hands slide down the wall and slowly curve around his body as he tries to compose himself— as he tries so hard to appear strong.
For who?
Right now, only himself. ]