[He had never once meant it when he said things like "I wouldn't mind dying". But right then, in that moment, watching Karamatsu cycle through shock and horror at his appearance, Ichimatsu sincerely wished to be dead, maybe dumped in the dumpster immediately to his left.]
[He felt... dirty. It had been two weeks since he'd last seen Yuki and her boyfriend, and while he made some vague attempt at being clean with a few small things he'd picked up at a convenience store, he knew he smelled. He didn't have a regular way to clean the clothes he kept-- Yuki would take most of the contents of his bag away to be washed and return them the next day if he let her find him again, but that still left him two weeks between visits to sit in his own filth. Sleeping near dumpsters didn't help much, and he felt his own stomach turn at the things that must have been going through Karamatsu's head.]
[He flinches away from the hand, drawing in further on himself still, to where it looked like his chest had collapsed to make room for his knees. His voice, when he uses it, crackles into a breathy, small growl.]
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Date: 2016-08-12 04:23 am (UTC)[He felt... dirty. It had been two weeks since he'd last seen Yuki and her boyfriend, and while he made some vague attempt at being clean with a few small things he'd picked up at a convenience store, he knew he smelled. He didn't have a regular way to clean the clothes he kept-- Yuki would take most of the contents of his bag away to be washed and return them the next day if he let her find him again, but that still left him two weeks between visits to sit in his own filth. Sleeping near dumpsters didn't help much, and he felt his own stomach turn at the things that must have been going through Karamatsu's head.]
[He flinches away from the hand, drawing in further on himself still, to where it looked like his chest had collapsed to make room for his knees. His voice, when he uses it, crackles into a breathy, small growl.]
None of you were supposed to find me.