>> @truemansamejima
What the hell was going on in this city? He asked himself constantly, as one minute he was standing in the middle of a place surrounded by debris and probably pieces of broken glass, but the next he was... back home?
More specifically, on the rooftop of his home, holding a guitar with his mouth slightly opened, as if he was about to sing out in a song. He blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Wasn’t this when he was going to sing on the rooftop before a cat came in and scared him, causing him to tumble off? Ah, well. He was here already, he might as well. With a small smile on his lips, he tapped his guitar with the tips of his fingers, closing his fingers as he took in a deep breath.
Admittedly, it felt nice to be back home, he supposed. He loudly tapped his fingers against the side of guitar in a rhythmical fashion, taking in a deep breath before finally exclaiming: “One, two, one, two, three, four-”
meow!
He knew it! Although he was expecting it, it still startled him enough to let out a high screech, tumbling forward off of the roof and landed on the ground face down. He was expecting it, but damn, he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt... Karamatsu sat up on the floor, reaching a hand up to his face. If this was something he would’ve gone through before, his nose must’ve been bleeding and there must’ve been a few scratches on his face.
He wiped a hand across his cheeks, looking down at his hands. Ah, there it was! A small hint of blood. Just to add salt to the injury, the guitar that had fallen down shortly after him hit him directly on the head, causing him to hold the back of his head with a yelp of defeat.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” He cried, not exactly noticing that there was someone unfamiliar nearby, probably staring at him with a look of confusion. Damn, this hurt!
