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Unpopular Opinion of Striker’s || Accepting
DEATH’S EMPEROR. Mhm...I honestly see no reason to hate on anyone’s interests or opinions at all. I still honestly do not understand why people want to hate on each other’s opinions on books, movies, games, or so forth. It seems simpler to me to just respect everyone and move forward and enjoy the friendship.
@brotherthree Continued from here (X)
“Yes. Yes, I suppose that short, half-assed speech of yours could technically be considered an apology.”
He’s still holding the rolled-up magazine with which he’d been dealing out his punishment, still batting it threateningly against his open palm.
“But you’re a criminal too, Nii-san. And some crimes can never be forgiven…”
“But I said, it was an accident!”
Just being beaten with Choromatsu’s vicious weapon wouldn’t be so bad. After all he could have got some compensation in form of a few coins from the piggy-bank. But Osomatsu didn’t just break those things.
To be fair, he wasn’t even going to go anywhere that day, deciding in favour of a lazy day. Even though, technically, every day was a lazy day for him. And what could be a better way to spend such day than reading comics on a couch. On a couch that somebody had hidden Choromatsu’s stuff on. On a couch that the eldest jumped on. On a couch that left his butt in pain.
“I am the victim! I DEMAND FAIR COURT! JUDGE IS BRIBED!”
"Is that a crime? Probably."
@brotherthree
“Beating your eldest is definitely a crime! DEFINITELY! I apologized for breaking you figurine and piggy bank, did I not?!”
►► @brotherthree / sc.
❝ it’s the bitch of living and knowing this is it. GOD IS THIS IT ? ❞ / bitch of living.
20 (oh dear)
Send a number to find my muse...
Ichimatsu looked up from the trash can. He’d been feeling a bit under the weather since he woke up and the fact he couldn’t keep breakfast down confirmed he probably was actually sick. Hopefully he hadn’t stained his hoodie. He was leaning on the wall recovering from it when Choromatsu walked in. “Um... hi.”
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" (hope it's not too late to send one of these ;v; )
“ I don’t call it stubborn - I call it charismatic and smarter than most! “ he said, folding his arms as he leaned back in his seat - challenging grin on his face.
He loved arguing with Choromatsu, and even though he mostly came up with his opinions just to irritate his younger brother, he was able to enjoy seeing the face of disbelief and annoyance. This was one of the situations - his self esteem was anything but good but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
‘Fucking hell, it’s been a whole year and I still feel like this..” Yuuta grumbled to himself.
