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Ken... didn't really picture..
Well, if nothing else, Osamu seemed probably more *uncomfortable* of the two --even if Ken couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't the cause of Osamu's likely misery, he knew asking would only make it worse--
If there was anything the Ichijouji line excelled at, it was refusal to address dysfunction.
Ken nodded, and gave his best smile, sincere regardless (maybe they could hold eachother accountable... If they could address the herd of elephants clearly occupying the room, which was probably the challenge)
"Thanks, Big Brother"
After Ken walked off and shut the door most of the way, Wormmon, ever helpful, scuttled up with a beer tin in his jowls, eyes shining with desire to be good
Osamu gingerly wrestled the can from Ken's little friend. "Don't use your mouth, alright Wormmon? I don't want you accidentally ingesting any of this."
He was always even quieter with Wormmon than he was with Ken. The little digimon had gotten over the boy's hairstyle fairly quickly - he was too stout in his chair to be an imposing figure - still, Osamu tried his best to be an empty and unobtrusive presence.
They worked in relative silence for an hour until all the garbage was packed, and the fridge was near too laden for food.
Osamu began the process of packing everything out, and Wormmon carried his own cat bed into the bedroom. Placed next to the bedside table of the double bed, he curled up on it again immediately.
When the door closed for the final time, the building incinerator replete with cans, Osamu was completely and utterly exhausted.
In spite of the physical strain, the young man didn't react to the scrape of his knuckles pushing through the doorframe, used to a house that was never suited for someone like him.
Finally, he reached the point where he could pet Ken's hair. "Don't worry about any of that now. I'll be sick for a while, but your dependable big brother is still here. Just leave it to me."
Still going, even after exhausting himself burying it all.
@late-stagechosen
It wasn't exactly difficult to notice that Osamu was getting twitchier as they neared their destination. Agitated, snippy, though never enough to border anger, it was enough to make him chew his inner mouth in self-loathing.
The building was a higher living standard than Ken had feared, at least. A complex about the quality in upkeep as the Sea.rea series of apartments so many of Ken's friends had grown up in.
Given that, it was easy to guess what was making Osamu so upset, and by the time they finally came to the flat labelled 'Ichijouji Osamu', the older man simply wouldn't meet his little brother's eyes. His confession two hours ago had been woefully light. Tiptoeing around something Osamu couldn't say out loud.
He was an alcoholic, plain and simple. He'd hid it from Ken for ten straight years, of course he was ashamed to finally let him see.
There were bottles everywhere. The apartment was a mess, befitting perhaps better the younger, bedrotten of the two. Their living spaces did not paint Osamu as the functioning adult.
Work, drink, sleep. Work, visit Ken, sleep.
"I'm..." Even after all these years, he didn't manage a 'sorry'.
"Let's just. You must be tired. The bedroom is straight ahead, me and Wormmon can clean this up..."
He was going to be vomiting a lot this week.
"...When I heard him say 'big sister', I was in disbelief." For his brother to even consider uttering such a thing was no trivial matter.
Certainly, in Ken's mind, there must've been nothing else appropriate, or else he would never think about saying such a thing. Mari's position had probably solidified months before Ken let it slip.
"I'm jealous. Ken never would've loved me if we weren't related. I wouldn't have been good enough to deserve him."
He could be cheap and say it was nice to see Ken experiencing normal emotions again, if he cared about pretending how he felt, or playing the good child in death.
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"Oh, Ken-chan..."
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"...Ken."
"You know that you can tell me anything, right?"
This kind of rhetorical phrasing object was a common but strange application in their family, given its history and indeed, that Ken oftentimes wasn't aware of things like that.
Still, asking his brother if something was bothering him was too direct for the tastes of the capricious Osamu Ichijouji, loathe that he was to be remotely confrontational with a loved one.
Ken especially, receiving the lightest hands a brother could give.
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"...Ken isn't home yet."
It's not exactly how you're supposed to answer the door, but it's what she gets, with no particular expression or inflection.
Everyone in their group of chosen has said it before, and it will be said of him again - 'Osamu-senpai is so quiet for being the splitting image of the Kaiser.'
Not friendly, not unfriendly. He drifted through the social world like a ghost, disaffected at everything. Such was the air about him as she was allowed into the apartment with an awkward wheel to the side supplying room - following her after she'd taken off her shoes to be less of an obstruction.
"...Tea or juice?" He posed the question to her back as he came adjacent to the kitchen area.
MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISM GUIDE
EYES. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.
HANDS. clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.
MOUTH. chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.
LEGS. bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs criss crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps.
HAIR. runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s ken's hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to 'comfort' others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face
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"It's a good thing I can't get off this bed or I would've thrown hands"
“... I want to believe you’re not here because of… that. I don’t even want to think about it, or to hear it out.”
He was opting to pretend he did not hear that. Was it his fault? That Osamu is stuck in that place? Did Osamu really try to…
“Please, don’t tell me. I know what you meant. And I’m afraid I might have caused part of this too.”
Osamu is right. Ryo feared him. Ryo definitely feared Ichijouji Osamu. But at the same time he wanted to believe they were friends, maybe only him thought that.
“I’m sorry.”
It’s all he could say.
"Your obsession and insistence on personal responsibility is incredibly annoying, Akiyama."
"No, this is not your fault. You don't deserve to have that peace of mind, frankly, but it irritates me that you think you're that important to my life. I had cast you out of my mind and all but forgotten you long before I was cooped up in here. I'm not a brokenhearted damsel, nor is this a fairytale with simple solutions. I have actual problems."
The last vestige of patience and indeed, any warm regard he'd once managed for Ryou was killed off by the boy's own words. He didn't want to hear it out?
Even his own mother, the person Osamu hated most in this world, managed to ask how therapy has been every once and a while.
"If you still ache to help me, then I ask that you leave Ken alone from now on. Someone with your capacity of emotions can't possibly be of any use to either of us. It'll be better for everyone if you stay out of it."