[ It had been a long day— not really a long day for anyone else, but a long day as far as Karamatsu was concerned. Something delicious to eat seemed like the best option for him before heading home. He craved oden, coincidentally enough, but every time he thought of the oden here, he shuddered slightly. The oden here just wasn't like the oden back home! And now Karamatsu is feeling guilty that he didn't praise Chibita for his food more often-- and even paid him for it. Just like Osomatsu, he misses home too. Just like Osomatsu, he has a job, and he isn't quite as irritated about it like his big brother is, but working is hard! It takes away precious time he has for other valuable things, like songwriting and admiring his reflection.
As he heads home, though, he sees an oden cart, and without even really looking closely at it, slide himself on the seat, appearing crestfallen. Instantly, his chin props in his hand, eyes closed. He doesn't even realize whose cart he is at. ]
I need something warm and comforting— something to defrost my chilly soul! [ SUCH DRAMA ALREADY. ]
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As he heads home, though, he sees an oden cart, and without even really looking closely at it, slide himself on the seat, appearing crestfallen. Instantly, his chin props in his hand, eyes closed. He doesn't even realize whose cart he is at. ]
I need something warm and comforting— something to defrost my chilly soul!
[ SUCH DRAMA ALREADY. ]