... he wasn’t. After leaving his home soon after Jyushimatsu did, he gave the food he had over to some alley cats. He figured their lives were worth more anyway. He’d been wandering around, sometimes even passing out due to exhaustion, dehydration and starvation.
Ichimatsu was turned away from Totoko, hands inside his pockets.
His unusual yellow eyes narrowed into slits; he absolutely DESPISED being here. Ichimatsu wasn’t even sure how long he’d been cooped up here at the laboratory, but it’s been far too long for him. At least he hadn’t been experimented on too much today, but he figured that was bound to change at some point.
His claws retracted a bit and in the next second, his fur was gone as were his ears and tail. The werecat wanted nothing more than to escape from this living nightmare, but each time he tried, he was found and brought back, forced to go through with more tests.
He sat up in the cage, backing up a little as he glanced around the room. Why was this happening to him?
He’s wildly motioning to something on the floor and screaming. The object itself appears to be a slug- or just something slimy, it is however, moving around rather quickly and in circles.
“Do you know what’s scary about having so many brothers? You’re used to them, you love them all and you want them around. So, sometimes you think about what would happen if they left you.”