technicolor beat

“Hmmm?”

Ichimatsu looked up. Oh, he knew that face. That was the same pair of blue eyes he caught watching him earlier… didn’t think he’d be back so soon. He smiles slightly to himself, and takes the shirt and laundry marker from the young man. “Much space as I want? Sure.”

He looks over the shirt, at where his brothers had signed. A flurry of stars next to Karamatsu’s signature, Jyushimatsu’s little drawing of a juicebox by his name, Choromatsu’s picture perfect penmanship— ah. There it was. He knew that he would have asked him for a name for a dedication.

Joey. Hm. He looked like a Joey. Ichimatsu smoothed down the fabric, and signed his name, resisting the temptation to dot the I with a little cat’s paw. He hands the shirt back to the young man, then suddenly—

Well.

That wasn’t expected.

But it was pretty great.

((since you toLD ME TO))

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((can you friggin blame me I mean))

“Ichimatsu-niisan, he’s still there!” Jyushimatsu leans over the top of his drum kit, giggling at his older brother. “At the edge of the stage. He’s been looking at you since the start of the set!!”

“Looks like someone’s got an admiiiiiirer!” Todomatsu chimes in. “And a cute one, too. Look at those eyes,” he sighs, continuing playing.

“I swear to god, you guys, shut up!!” Ichimatsu stares down at his guitar, trying to focus on his playing, but he can still feel that gaze on him. He relents, and looks up, forcing his expression into a disaffected scowl.

And the guy starts wiggling his eyebrows at him.

That does it. He has to turn around for a moment. Face the back of the stage. Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu hoot with laughter, but he doesn’t care.

An oc moodboard for my favorite space boy, Joey~!