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lifenet2019-12-09 03:50 pm
ichininyaanshi) wrote in lifenet2019-12-09 03:50 pm
voice; dec 10
Tch... this place sucks as much as ever.
[The voice that filters over the network sounds like it belongs to someone who would rather be doing literally anything else. Which is accurate. Ichimatsu doesn't exactly do public speaking. Hell, he hates even answering the phone back home with every strand of his DNA - which says something, considering he's got five other peoples' worth of DNA to speak of. But this is the fastest way he can think of to deal with his situation. At least he doesn't have to show his face; no way would he be able to do this then.]
[There's a slight sound of crunching snow in the background.]
Hey, all of you. Not that I'm gonna stop anyone, but don't bother going up into the snowy areas. It's cold as hell and there's suspicious-looking berries everywhere. Stupid-looking monsters, too. Dunno what the hell any of 'em do, but I'd stay away from all of it if I were you. You'll probably die.
[Why, exactly, Ichimatsu himself is up in the higher elevations of Ensō... he doesn't seem to feel like sharing. He wouldn't even bother pretending to be a good citizen and put this warning out at all if he didn't have an ulterior motive. The crunch of his footfalls pause.]
... oh, and if you recognize this voice, let me know. If you don't... then don't worry about it.
[The voice that filters over the network sounds like it belongs to someone who would rather be doing literally anything else. Which is accurate. Ichimatsu doesn't exactly do public speaking. Hell, he hates even answering the phone back home with every strand of his DNA - which says something, considering he's got five other peoples' worth of DNA to speak of. But this is the fastest way he can think of to deal with his situation. At least he doesn't have to show his face; no way would he be able to do this then.]
[There's a slight sound of crunching snow in the background.]
Hey, all of you. Not that I'm gonna stop anyone, but don't bother going up into the snowy areas. It's cold as hell and there's suspicious-looking berries everywhere. Stupid-looking monsters, too. Dunno what the hell any of 'em do, but I'd stay away from all of it if I were you. You'll probably die.
[Why, exactly, Ichimatsu himself is up in the higher elevations of Ensō... he doesn't seem to feel like sharing. He wouldn't even bother pretending to be a good citizen and put this warning out at all if he didn't have an ulterior motive. The crunch of his footfalls pause.]
... oh, and if you recognize this voice, let me know. If you don't... then don't worry about it.
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Growling, he manages to pluck Ichimatsu's fingers off his nose, and then stop whatever he was doing with his hands just to... stick both his thumbs into Ichimatsu's nostrils instead. This is ordinary administration for them. ]
I don't wanna hear that from the smelliest nii-san around!
[ Though three months in a desert island without hot baths weren't kind on Jyushi either. ]
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[We have moved past civil discussion, dear brother. This is indeed war. By which I mean, Ichimatsu sprouts gray ears out of his hair and grabs at Jyushimatsu's arm too, actually keeping those fingers up his nose....... so he can open his mouth wide and stick his tongue out, trying to lick his brother's wrist as grossly as possible.]
[Nya.]
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Ugh! Wow! Stop!
[ Why is this happening, again...
He just frees one of Ichimatsu's nostrils with the hand that's being licked and uses it to slap it over his favourite brother's mouth. Which is not the smartest move around but at least that gross appendage won't get on his wrist. That's a bit of a sensitive spot! ]
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[Though since Ichimatsu doesn't actually want to slice and dice his brother into ribbons, just exert his sibling dominance, he just uses that hold to lick Jyushimatsu's hand instead with that sandpapery tongue. Predictable, and he'll probably get sick from this later, but oh well.]
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As he kind of predicted, the sandpaper starts getting rubbed over and over his palm and it huuuuurts and Jyushimatsu wriggles on the spot. Dang it! He frees Ichimatsu of his other hand and uses the floppy sleeve to whack his dumb cat brother on the head. Ineffectively, really, since he's not adding strength to it. That would be a foul move in wrestling! ]
Ow ow ow! Stop that! Stooooooooop!
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[What were they doing again? Oh right. Ichimatsu tries to speak, still muffled by his twin's hand as he is.]
... oi, Juushimchu, s'cold. Sh'me that th'g already.