【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

[glitterpants]

WHO: Karamatsu Matsuno + anyone who wants him!
WHERE: Eluvio + throughout Bajikan.
WHEN: March catch all!
WHAT: A whole bunch of stuff. A dispute between Ichimatsu, a date with Carolina, district shenanigans in Luxuria with Dorothy and Carolina, Acedia with Jason, Ira with Sombra + Reaper, and Superbia will provide an open prompt. More may follow and will update is necessary.
WARNINGS: Drugs, alcohol, violence, language and possibly smut (eyes emoji).....

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[glitterpants]

_{[ He's singing loudly an proudly by the time Ichimatsu hears him and for some odd reason right when the shoe makes contact with his head he doubles over, blood spurting out of some orifice— probably his nose. He topples over, a bit dramatically, and lands on the floor.
Blissful silence occurs for a few seconds, and then, aggressive guitar strumming with cheerful singing: ]}

♫ Ah, my brother threw a shoe at my head,
I bet he probably wishes I were dead— ♫

[ichimyatsu]

[Why are you this way. Seriously. He stomps in an irritated one-legged hop over to him and picks up his shoe, replacing it on his foot and then leering down at him.]

Would you shut up for just. Two seconds??

[glitterpants]

Of course not..! I am the greatest singer on this planet!
All should hear my angelic voice!
_{[ screeching from the ground apparently, nice. ]}

[ichimyatsu]

[He takes his shoe off again and thwaps him over the head with it.]

No you're not!! Jyushimatsu is better at karaoke drunk than you are.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ OW. ]

[ What Karamatsu says next.. probably only further agitates Ichimatsu— cause he happens to say the worse thing at the right time. Also, since the air is making him feel extra cocky, he's taking insults a little more personally than he probably should. ]</sub>

Jyushimatsu..? He isn't even here for us to compare with!
_{[ ah... ]}

[ichimyatsu]

[It's a bit like being suckerpunched, and all the fight proceeds to go right out of him. Superbia can only do so much for someone like him, after all. In a last ditch effort to save face, he throws the sandal again, this time square at his chest, and then he just storms off without it.]

You're a waste of my time.