@firstbornmatsu
He’s stuck in a new trashy city, living in a new trashy district, which is rather fitting. Or— that’s what they call it, at least. Beta, or whatever, as if they’re cool for naming places after Greek letters, and that naming them all fancy would somehow make up for how messed up this all is. If they really wanted to be smart they should’ve put him in Alpha, or Delta, but they’re probably too stupid to do that, anyway, though it’s not like Ichimatsu’s complaining any.
Anyway.
He’s got ESP Kitty with him, at least, and even though he’s lost that weird psychic ability of his and can’t spit out that bullshit anymore, Ichimatsu can’t help but feel grateful for the company. With the cat in tow, he’s managed to find the same snacks he’d fed to the strays back home to offer to the strays here, too. Maybe strike up some friendship with the the same way he’s done it at home, and make living here even at least little more bearable.
Ichimatsu’s waggling a snack at one of them— a small long-haired tabby with striking green eyes— when he hears someone approaching. Blinking, he looks up.
He frowns.
“Osomatsu,” he says, bluntly. He holds up the bag to his older brother, and rattles the snacks inside, to draw attention to it. “Do you want some?”
