#solightary

“Aw, come on, Tomo-kun! Whadja do this time?”

If he knew anything, it was that he and Tomo sometimes had a mischievous streak a mile wide. That, and a past that was a little too close for comfort, but who was asking? That was the stuff for heavy drinking and blurry memories you wouldn’t remember in the morning! With a chipper grin did he drape a weighty arm over the smaller man’s slimmer shoulders, mindful not to crush a certain marshmallow that was certain to be clinging somewhere within the wanderer’s robes. 

𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 and turned towards the male near him . he did change something about his hair but he doubted , due to the little difference , that any actually did notice . he instinctively raised his hands to his hair and ran his fingers through the ends of it . he glanced at tomo and grinned widely .

❝ sure did ！i didn't think anyone would notice though , have you been lookin' at me , tomodachi ？ ❞ itto playfully winked and he used some rope he'd found to tie his hair back from his face . granny oni had put him in charge of laundry that week so here itto was , on his way to pick up said laundry when he ran into tomo .

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