#murasakimatsu

[nekostomer-blog]

@murasakimatsu | continued x

Natsumi looked over at the other, her expression remaining mostly apathetic. Did the other really want to die that bad? “Is there a reason you say stuff like that.” She asked, her voice monotonous. “I really don’t see the appeal in living but you don’t see me begging for the sweet release of death.”

“...”

“Well, that does sound fun. But it’s probably not the best idea.” She went back to examining the room. Who thought of this architecture anyways?

[lmatsu]

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  ❝ i’m fine. i always look like this… ❞ ichimatsu replied monotonously, hiding his gaze from the other. oso usually left him alone to wallow in his own self pity, but something must have made him believe this was serious.

         and maybe it was. but he wouldn’t talk. not now, anyways.

Osomatsu sighed quietly, knowing better than to accept Ichi’s words as truth. He knew his brother, he had no choice considering they were together almost every moment of every day, and he could tell that that whatever the look that on his face was, it was more than just his normal look. “Ichimatsu... I know something’s wrong.” He said, trying to give Ichi an outlet, “You can talk to me if you need it, you know that?” 

[flowcrgirl-blog]

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and here she is, drinking milk out of a bowl that was probably set out for the neighborhood cats and not for some fox who was off gallivanting around and avoiding responsibilities. she felt a sort of entitlement came along with having lived so long. 

there’s a noise somewhere off behind her, nothing to raise too much of a concern. but her tail tucks between her legs on instinct, ears perking in an attempt to hear it better. even so, she does not stop stealing the poor strays’ milk.