The odd cuts and patches in his outfit were becoming more obvious, as if they were brightening up and becoming more distinct, being highlighted over to become even more noticeable than before. Were his clothes always that messed up? The child even felt a bit uncomfortable in the attire he was wearing at the moment, pupils quickly glancing down to study his faded blue collar shirt, even coming to notice that is bottom button was missing. Wonder when that happened.
Hopefully one day he could get a new set of clothes. And seeing his older self dressed like that made him have a similar idea He wanted a hoodie too. Except... Maybe BLACK was a bit more suitable.
Someone like Osomatsu usually had a smile upon his face, and was always up to something mischievous Something to bother people or just generally be destructive. He had always been a little devil, but the further and further into the dream, and the further and further his older self spoke, his small smile faded into something that almost looked heavily forced. As if it were to pair up with his damaged clothing in highlights Another thing that seemed bluntly obvious now. His thoughts beginning to surface more into his mind, wondering if he should even respond to Osomatsu San’s statement.
“ Yeah, it’s weird to be aware that you’re seeing yourself when you’re older, too. ”
And with that, the child tried to relax a little, but his smile continued to force it’s way onto his facial expression. He had to keep this up As much as he wanted attention, and longed for it, he couldn’t grab attention from something like this. If the other found out exactly the situation that was going on One of his favorite people could be sent to prison for a long time ( maybe even for life ), and who knows what would happen to him. Where would he go? An orphanage? To hell with that! He wasn’t going anywhere! He liked where he was, or so he told himself. There were a few times, and only a few, where Osomatsu just wanted to scream about how much he hated everything, and everyone.
“ I’m just making sure! Who knows who you could be Maybe even a doppleganger! ”
Ah, he would of said brothers. That there was a possibility of Osomatsu San being one of his identical siblings instead. But... something struck him whenever he said any of there names, and rather not recall the events that came forth due to his incorporation. It was his fault after all, and was still trying to find in his right mind to forgive himself.
It was impossible, though.
A coincidence A shift of his bag was made as soon as it was mention, his forced smile lowering for a second as he thought about the sudden inquiry. Silence filling the room, hesitating on what he should do next. Panic Run It was what he was taught to do with anything that was too much for him.
But he wasn’t going to. He couldn’t. He was staying right where he was sitting, hands gripping the strap quite a bit as he allowed a small bit of sweat leak off his features. Anxiety obviously pouring off from him now, due to him not being too much a master of disguise.
Yes, it was quite in fact for him and Tougou to use from time to time, but mostly him since it fit him better. A sense of guilt beginning to drown in his chest, causing his lungs to feel tight. Pupils glanced up to the ceiling, as if he were looking for an obvious answering written there.
His mother wouldn’t want him to have the bag, he didn’t deserve it. After all he’s done to cause trouble and harm Osomatsu was stealing it from her, even though there was no ‘ her ’ to stop him anymore.
The child quickly noticed he was giving a lot of emotion away Recollecting himself and taking a breath, letting his chin rest on the palm of his hand and using his other hand to rub his pointing finger against the bottom of his nose. A motion that became a habit; His sleeve causally falling a bit and revealing a small red circle on top his wrist that looked almost like a burn.
“ Ah, it’s for me! Mom was letting me borrow it for a while! I thought it would be fun to use it for a bit. Like for ” There was a pause, as if he didn’t know what he was using it for.
“ Collecting things, and stuff. ”
