@envymachine
He sees the signs on the side of the townhouse next door nearly every day when he leaves, and they’ve always made him feel... something. It’s not like he’s sorry for the guy, or annoyed. Its a subtle kind of empathy, the kind that makes him muse over “why didn’t I think of that first?” Osomatsu usually does settle on the decision that this neighborhood doesn’t need two walls with crudely-drawn wanted posters, but it was always still worth the thought.
He’s not particularly sure why today he decides that he’s going to carefully take one of the drawings down and begin folding up to put in his pocket, but he starts to anyway. That is, until he’s caught by the neighbor who more than likely pasted it up, a tall and vaguely intimidating robot (less intimidating, knowing that crayon was his medium of choice, but still).
“I-I’m just taking one, if that’s okay. Just the one.”
