When the world seems sad, when things don’t go as expected, when you break your heart and someone elses, what do you do? In ichimatsu’s case, he’d decided to go wander the void that surrounded his home of the past couple years. He should probably have told someone where he was going, but he couldn’t even look at his room without feeling small and nostalgic.  He should have lied, he should have stuck to his guns and just did what he was going to do. Maybe taking a page out of Osomatsu’s book might have been handy at keeping things from falling apart. But could he really do something so selfish? No. He was selfish but not that much so.  Ichimatsu tromped in his oversized clothes through darkness, occasionally scuffing his shoes against the glitched ground. Hopefully he’d remember how to get back home, if not, well he’d always wake up in his room if things went south so danger didn’t concern him much.