Apr 1, 2016
@nekosmatsu
At first he thinks it’s a trick of the light changing Karamatsu’s shirt to an off-brand purple. At least, that’s what he’d assume from a distance. He’s smiling and he has a flower in his hair. Hair that’s... oddly messy and... oh my god.
Osomatsu doesn’t even bother with a greeting, simply sneaks up from behind and plucks the white flower from behind his brother’s ear.
“Hey, what’s this?” He knew what it was, of course– his real question was why it was there in the first place.