#mushimatsuno

👄 a kiss on the lips

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       “Okay, are you ready, Jyuushi-kun?” Osomatsu asks, settling down in front of Jyuushimatsu, who has a blindfold over his eyes. He’d been feeding him a couple of random pieces of food to see if he could identify it correctly just by taste alone.

       Buuuut.. he’s out of food, so... he’s going to have to resort to something else, now. And boy, does he have an idea for this.

       Scooting forward once he gets the okay from his brother, Osomatsu puts his hands on Jyuushimatu’s knees to balance himself, before carefully leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the lips, lingering there for about fives seconds before pulling away, a smug smile plastered onto his face. He eyes Jyuushi for any sort of reaction, crossing his arms over his chest.

        Insects were fine -- they were fine for the most part at least -- but when it came to them being in places they shouldn’t be, that’s when Todomatsu was not too happy about their existence. Spiders weren’t supposed to be indoors, no one could argue otherwise with him and his stubbornness over this fact. They could stay outside and do whatever spiders did, but when they’re suddenly moseying across the table they were an immediate threat to his well-being.  

        For instance, right now there’s one little arachnid skittering about directly in front of Todomatsu’s elbows. It takes him a moment to actually notice the little guy, but once he does his ass is skidding across the floor and making a b-line for the couch -- there’s enough friction to strike a flame just about, his bum the head of a matchstick.  

        Todomatsu just stares intently at the table, pointing to it and rigid in his new place in front of the couch. Pupils shift abruptly towards a yellow hoodie, stern voice directed at the poor owner.

31. Mun chooses.--> 14. My muses pushes yours to their knees.

       “I told you to knock it off!” Osomatsu grits his teeth, turning to face his younger brother, who happened to be running rampant around the living room. He’s trying to read his comic books, and this little fucker skipping about is extremely distracting; especially after he’d asked him to stop twice already. He knew it was a bad idea to let him drink some of that coffee.

       Osomatsu gets up from his place on the floor and walks over to Jyuushimatsu, catching and gripping his bright yellow sweatshirt to stop him mid-run, then tugging downward to get him to drop to his knees. He presses his hand down on top of his head to get him to stay put, before leaning over, getting eye-to-eye with him.