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_{[ Ugh. Usually Karamatsu wouldn't inwardly think this when Ichimatsu willingly messages him, but he's having a hard time fighting his emotions right now and it kind of sucks that Ichimatsu has noticed that.
Usually he'd be thrilled and usually he'd fake it and go along with it if he weren't feeling well, but... ]}

Not today, Ichimatsu.
_{[ Such a weird response. It's short, nothing long winded and overwhelming. That's all he sends too. ]}

[Oh.]

[He... doesn't know what to do with that. For a long time, he just stares at his device, stunned and silent, until he gets mad for a half a second, and then feels like a jerk and deflates entirely. He's... not sure Karamatsu has ever told him no, for anything. Ever.]

[And honestly, fuck that? He was trying to be helpful, even if there was also some ulterior motive of trying to sort some of his own shit out. Bonding, really. Hadn't Karamatsu been excited, anyway, to call them friends? "You can be as shitty as you like, as long as we are friends", wasn't it?]

okay, sulk then.
where are you?

you always sulk
i dont know why it's a problem if i want to now and then.

at work, I'm busy.
_{[ He's not. ]}

it's not sulking when sullen behavior is my natural state.
...it's not a problem. i'm trying to reach out to you, here.

[He keeps his phone with him, but while Karamatsu is "busy" at work, he makes rice. A lot of rice. They have frozen chicken nuggets in their freezer, and he bakes some of those because they're easy, and forms his signature little cat-shaped rice balls around three of them. He makes a few more to leave on a plate for Osomatsu, eats one himself, and packs the rest into a makeshift bento.]

[Something like an hour later, he's stalking his way to the acting studio (he had to ask where it was), and then to the specific room Karamatsu was (he had to ask about that, too). When he finds him not even remotely busy, he tilts his head to the side and props one hand on his hip, holding out the parcel with an unimpressed eyebrow quirk.]

"Busy", are you?

_{[ He's idly reading over a script. Also, he's dressed up like a cowboy. It's hilarious, but that's the kind of drama he's in right now. He's already had some coaching earlier today and criticized for his acting ability-- apparently his real life is affecting his work.

When Ichimatsu shows up with a parcel, though, it does erase the scowl off of his face and he looks more confused than anything. ]}

What's this?
A-also, I was busy before you got here!

Edited 2018-03-02 05:19 (UTC)

You seem like the sort to forget to eat when you're sulking.

[But he didn't make them for you, b-baka. He extends the parcel a little farther, prompting Karamatsu to take it, and rolls his eyes.]

Right, okay. I have good timing, for once in my life, then.

Not always.
_{[ It's so strange. He's having a hard time bouncing back up to his annoying, boisterous self that gleams fake confidence. He takes the parcel but doesn't quite look at it just yet. By Ichimatsu's words, he knows this is food. ]}

... you cooked something for me?

And today?

[He shrugs.]

Made it for everyone, brought some to you so you don't come home whining about being hungry. [And, maybe, just maybe, because he gives a small damn.]

You don't have to be so persistent, you know. Oi, you could have just asked again I would have agreed to go drinking with you so you shouldn't have done this, so.. I'll go drinking with you.
_{[ how is this.. persistent... whatever, he just agreed. ]}

Glad to see you're showing some of your true colors.

I just told you I made them for everyone. I was gonna let it go, but if you want to that badly, who am I to say no?

[Just as keikaku. Or, not exactly, he really hadn't planned on pressing further to get drinks with him, but this worked out just as well. He nods toward the lunchbox again, frowning at the "true colors" comment.]

...you, too, I guess. We can do all the talking about feelings and true colors over drinks, though. Eat those, first.

It's almost as if you only trust me with whatever you want to talk about.
_{[ Oh. Look at that shit eating grin. He almost looks like Ichimatsu when he grins like this. ]}

It's because we are friends now!
_{[ THE F WORD AGAIN. ]}

[His expression tightens a little at that. Does he only trust Karamatsu with this? It's not that he doesn't trust Osomatsu with it, but... His mouth quirks crooked.]

...think whatever you want. [That... sure was a less than scalding rebuttal.]

I look forward to our...
_{[ are you ready for embarrassment ]}

BRO-MANTIC EVENING!!
_{[ and if you're just gonna stand there and watch him eat, he'll go ahead and open the parcel. ]}

[He hates this. Put it back. He closes his eyes, taking in a long, careful breath and letting it out, shaking his head.]

I can't believe we're related. I really, honestly can't, sometimes.

Can you believe we're all sextuplets too? Ah, we're miracles, you know.
_{[ motherfucking miracles. ]}

I will see you later tonight then.

[Why are you like this. He grimaces, shaking his head.]

I dunno that "miracles" would be my first choice of words. Meet me back at the house when you're done with work.

_{[ And so, Karamatsu continues his work day. The usual things have put him in a sour mood, but something is especially wrong and that's probably why Ichimatsu has taken notice (other than he is a pretty perceptive person over all.) He doesn't really know what to expect tonight, but if Ichimatsu is inviting him to drink, he is curious to know what Ichimatsu's problem is too.

He comes home, taking off his shoes upon entry and announces hs arrival: ]}

Oi, Ichimatsu! I'm home. I hope you didn't start without me!

[He'd gone out. He'd gotten a pretty good amount of beer. What the fuck else was he supposed to spend his money on? Beer, and food, and cat toys. ...and, okay, some stuff at the kink convention, but he wasn't going to go telling Karamatsu about that. So he's got a couple of six packs of cans and a couple of six packs of bottles (he made sure to get enough for Osomatsu to have some, too, because he'd get sour if they were drinking without him), and was sitting on the floor with a half-empty, cold cup of tea in his hands like he'd completely forgotten he was holding it.]

[He looks up with a dull expression.]

Drinking alone is even more depressing than popping bubble wrap in the hall. I don't think I'm that bad. [Yet.]

_{[ Instantly, Karamatsu goes to the floor table to sit, but not before taking off his leather jacket. He's just in jeans and a t-shirt, though. Nothing bright and eye catching like his normal self. He'll also go for a beer and open it, brows firm together. ]}

... What's your deal, then?
_{[ jumping right in... cause he's curious.. ]}

Edited (double icon all the way, double icon) 2018-03-14 03:19 (UTC)

[He blinks, looking him over for a minute like he's trying to find the pain. Where is it? He's always wearing something gaudy. Without the jacket, he just looked... normal. Huh. He reaches for his own can.]

My deal? Nuh-uh, you first.

_{[ Karamatsu takes a seat right next to Ichimatsu-- maybe a bit too close for Ichimatsu's comfort. Karamatsu has been invading your space lately, hasn't he? ]}

Ehh? What? You're the one who is so eager to drink and talk, so start talking! Why me first, hah?!

[He sure the fuck is! Ichimatsu tenses and squirms slightly away from him, but he did solicit his attention this time, so it seems a little rude to go scorning him for contact, now. He only scoots far enough away that they're not right up on each other, though their knees are still touching.]

...Because I wanted to drink with you in some kind of effort to be considerate to the fact that you've been sleeping on the couch and obviously upset about something.

[This is... at least about half true.]

_{[ HE HEAVES AN EXASPERATED SIGH. Oh, and the drama, of course. He leaves Ichimatsu in an agonizing silence, looking away, far off into the distance (you know, staring at a wall in their living room.) ]}

I am in love with someone who cannot be mine.
_{[ ok so it's a day ending in "Y." Love is a strong word, too, so he obviously has no idea what he's talking about. ]}

[...Ah. Well that... smarts, in a way he hadn’t expected, so it’s a very sudden, sharp laugh that escapes him.]

[A moment later he brings his hands up, apologetic.]

Ah, shit, I’m not laughing at you, I’m. Laughing at myself, for you saying that. Should I guess who or are you gonna tell me?

Edited (gently edits to add formatting now that i'm home,) 2018-03-18 11:22 (UTC)

_{[ He will answer. It's long-winded, but he will answer. ]}

I shouldn't leave you in the dark much longer. My complicated feelings have only manifested into something far too much than I can handle. I have opened myself up to somebody because we became good friends and now I feel like I cannot catch up to my heart-- my heart will not listen to matter how much I tell it to stop.

It's Aoba-kun.

build your desk

wow excuse you.

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