[It's an average day for Karamatsu Matsuno. One of those days where he and his brothers spent several long hours of their morning just sitting around in the den not really doing much of anything. Nothing productive, that's for sure. Once their daily nothing quota had been filled, they split off to do their own thing. Karamatsu had been planning on heading to the roof to practice with his guitar as usual, but something stopped him today.
Maybe he'd go fishing instead.
He struck out for town, thinking about the events of that morning as he made his way, hands pushed into his jacket pockets. He thinks about how he and his brothers talked about things over breakfast, and about how- when he started to talk about an interesting dream he'd had that night- Osomatsu talked over him and said something about trying his hand at Pachinko today. Jyushimatsu asked Todomatsu to pass the soy sauce. Soon, what Karamatsu said was forgotten and they continued as normal. He said nothing and kept eating, listening to the others chat away.
It was normal. That's just how things went, and soon Karamatsu forgot just as quickly as his brothers did. He never paid mind to the way it was just a little bit harder to keep smiling each time it happened, but it wasn't noticeable enough to be an issue.
He finds himself stopping near the bridge that crosses the canal splitting the two sides of the city, leaning against the edge of the railing so he can watch people walking in and out of a nearby string of stores. Nobody looked his way as they passed, even though he'd been this way so many times that even complete strangers seemed familiar sometimes.]
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[It's an average day for Karamatsu Matsuno. One of those days where he and his brothers spent several long hours of their morning just sitting around in the den not really doing much of anything. Nothing productive, that's for sure. Once their daily nothing quota had been filled, they split off to do their own thing. Karamatsu had been planning on heading to the roof to practice with his guitar as usual, but something stopped him today.
Maybe he'd go fishing instead.
He struck out for town, thinking about the events of that morning as he made his way, hands pushed into his jacket pockets. He thinks about how he and his brothers talked about things over breakfast, and about how- when he started to talk about an interesting dream he'd had that night- Osomatsu talked over him and said something about trying his hand at Pachinko today. Jyushimatsu asked Todomatsu to pass the soy sauce. Soon, what Karamatsu said was forgotten and they continued as normal. He said nothing and kept eating, listening to the others chat away.
It was normal. That's just how things went, and soon Karamatsu forgot just as quickly as his brothers did. He never paid mind to the way it was just a little bit harder to keep smiling each time it happened, but it wasn't noticeable enough to be an issue.
He finds himself stopping near the bridge that crosses the canal splitting the two sides of the city, leaning against the edge of the railing so he can watch people walking in and out of a nearby string of stores. Nobody looked his way as they passed, even though he'd been this way so many times that even complete strangers seemed familiar sometimes.]