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Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[karappo]

A)

[If you happen to be in Goldenrod's Department Store today, you might hear the sound of a trainer talking to...himself? Not out of the realm of possibility, no, but the voice is actually coming from beyond the dressing rooms to a Bagon, Squirtle, and Eevee sitting on a bench waiting patiently for their trainer to come out.]

Alright, my beauties. Are you ready? Three, two, one-!

[The curtain covering the room's entrance practically explodes open as a man jumps out and strikes the most exaggerated pose known to man, a Krookodile leaping out behind him only to put up a mirroring post next to his trainer. Clearly, this is something they've rehearsed.

And the man is wearing...well.]

It's beautiful, non?~ Tell us honestly, Bruce and I want to hear your opinions!

[There's a long silence in which Karamatsu just stands there next to his Krookodile, holding that pose like their lives depend on it.

The Eevee yips softly, tail wagging. The Squirtle looks more frustrated that he didn't get to play along, and the Bagon has a look on her face that says that she would rather be literally anywhere else.]

B)



[Karamatsu's out fishing today, lounging on the back of a Seadra with her crests serving as a makeshift seat for him. One leg that's crossed over the other bounces idly as he stares into the water, occasionally pulling in his line and tossing it back out again.]

Hah...nothing again, huh?

[He drops his head back against the Seadra's neck, who's nearly fallen asleep herself by now, blowing bubbles in the water through her snout.

Then, without warning, something starts tugging just a little on the line, prompting them both to look up.]

Eh?

[The little tugs happen once, twice, then stop again, causing Karamatsu to deflate a little...at least until a very sharp yank suddenly pulls on the pole so hard that he's jerked right off the Seadra and headfirst into the river.]

AAGGHKK--!!

A

[monge]

[Eventually the silence is interrupted by something other than his Pokemon, because there's a small slow clap coming from one of the other shoppers. Looks like someone heard all that nonsense, and it's just...some guy and his fat snake, idly watching.

What does the peanut gallery have to say?]

It's very adequate, zura.

[Thank you, peanut gallery.]

[karappo]

Ah! So you do think so?

[Karamatsu wheels around at the sound of Komasan's voice, seemingly completely unbothered by having his outfit called simply "adequate". Meanwhile, the Krookodile peers down his long snout at Komasan, his lip curling slightly to reveal a few crooked fangs. That's...probably a smile?]

Of course it is! I only chose the very best to match! Soon, all of my partners and I will be fashionable together.

[monge]

[Of course he thinks so, it's definitely enough clothing someone should be wearing. He went above and beyond in the search for things to not make him naked anymore, and he did an okay job! Good for you...um...Some Guy, you did the thing.]

Monge~! Me too! Today's headband day, zura!

[Komasan begins to dig into one of his shopping bags as Noko watches Some Guy's Krookodile carefully. That is definitely a thing that could eat them, it sure is. But before she can speak up, Komasan is plopping a flower headband on her head. She blushes in surprise, giving an adorable tiny gasp despite the fact that Komasan implied that "headband day" is probably something they do quite often. She just seems genuinely touched every time she receives a present.]

[karappo]

[...oh. Oh. That is quite possibly one of the cutest things Karamatsu has seen. Well, not cuter than his Pokemon- obviously- but it's still very close!

He steps away from Bruce, causing the Krookodile to look over in surprise when their matching pose stances are abruptly broken. He crouches down to one knee in front of Noko, pulling his sunglasses down slightly so he can look at her over the tops of them.]

Headband day, eh? You seem to be quite the fashionista yourself!

[Is he talking to Komasan, or Noko? ...or both? Who can say.]

I had no idea such a day existed...and here I am, missing out on it entirely!

[monge]

[There is a strange man in sunglasses staring at her, and she's not sure what to do. It's almost as if Yarase became a human and suddenly mobile so now he's abusing his newfound power to get closer and what should she do what should she say--

Thankfully her train of thought is broken by Komasan's obnoxious need to...be obnoxious.]

That's okay, I bought extras, zura!

[Karamatsu crouching down gives him ample time to dig into his bag once more and slam a headband down on his head. Surprise! Now everyone can celebrate headband day properly, no one should have to miss out on such a glorious holiday. Komasan, too, dons one soon after, the headwear causing his hair to stick out in dumb curly lumps because he isn't allowed to have normal hair.

EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL NOW.]

Monge~ We could all be fashion stars, zura~

[karappo]

Hah?

[Karamatsu blinks, and a second later he suddenly has a headband on his head as well. He lifts a hand to- not pull it off- but to adjust it so it isn't causing his hair to stick up oddly on places.

Well, Komasan, I hope you know that you've created a monster, because Karamatsu is going to remember this as headband day from now on.]

I like your spirit, my friend!

[He flashes Komasan a smile and snaps his fingers, brushing his bangs back again as Bruce and Karamatsu's other Pokemon finally come wandering over.]

Never lose sight of that passion, and you will become one, someday.

[...you can't just promise random strangers that, but okay.]

[monge]

[Oh no, more Pokemon. Noko isn't sure if she can defend against all of them. At least they look less threatening than a Krookodile, but with Shiro off and about doing who knows what, it feels like it's her against the world. The world is made up of like four Pokemon now.

Komasan, meanwhile, is very confused.]

Ah...

...Are you an idol, zura?

[BECAUSE NO OFFENSE, but that advise doesn't mean a whole lot coming from a stranger. Maybe Komasan missed the fact he was talking to a famous person this whole time.]

[karappo]

[Luckily for Noko, these Pokemon don't seem interested in fighting anyone, not even the Krookodile. They know better than to try indoors, anyway, and their trainer is too preoccupied for that to begin with.

And while Karamatsu could easily lie, it just doesn't occur to him to. He shakes his head slightly.]

Non non, I am just a man trying to find a place in this world, going with wherever fate decides.

B HERE WE GO

[soundmind]

[Well, that was definitely screaming, and a splash. Someone fell in? It startled her and Maka's a little annoyed at having her reading interrupted, but still--if someone's in trouble she can't just ignore it.

Upon coming to the "scene" and seeing, yes, someone fell in and they'd probably be too distressed to respond to any verbal calls, Maka just takes out her Lapras's Pokeball and throws it out.]

Laila, bring that person over here!

[And the Lapras, of course, being the epitome of beauty and grace...

Clamps her teeth around the scruff of Karamatsu's shirt and tosses him onto her back.

No problem.]

Are you okay? [Since he's not splashing around and in danger of drowning, Maka feels free to call across the way.]

[karappo]

[Just before the possibility of drowning can pop into his mind, Karamatsu finds himself tossed unceremoniously onto something like a wet rag. Something pretty hard, harder than the shore and not the same feeling as a dock...some rocks, maybe? He's too disoriented at first to care, his chest heaving as he turns to one side and coughs, spitting out water as his Seadra anxiously swims over to Laila's side.

Whatever had Karamatsu's line is gone...and took his entire fishing pole with it, too.

He sits up shakily, using a hand to brush his soaked bangs out of his eyes. He heard someone calling out to him, though it's quite hard to tell who he's looking at from the distance with water still in his eyes. But that doesn't mean he won't try to save face, whoever it may be.]

I-I am okay! Do not worry about me!

[soundmind]

[Is it...rude to say she's not worried? Maka doesn't know the guy and all but still trying to save face while heaving like a beached Magikarp gives her the "ugh, boys" impulse. Clearly if he's talking and moving, he's not going to die. Upon a second look, he has a Pokemon with him even, should she have not bothered?

Ah, never mind, it doesn't matter now. Laila is banking at the shore to let off her passenger so Maka busies herself with returning her and digging into her bag for a towel.]

Right, well, at any rate--[Maka holds out the towel, her attention split by continuing to look in her bag for another.] Sorry, I don't carry around a hair drier so this'll have to do.

[karappo]

[At least Karamatsu has gone through this song and dance before. It's just less common that someone actually finds it in the goodness of their hearts to help him, as opposed to just forgetting he exists.

He takes the towel mutely after he's been deposited onto the ground, immediately bringing it up to wipe off his face. Now he can actually see, turning his attention to Maka while she rummages through her bag.]

It is- [Cough.] -quite alright. A little water...never hurt anybody, non?

[soundmind]

[Again? What is with people around here and randomly speaking French?]

I guess, unless you're a Fire type.

[Unfortunately, much as her intuition tells her no don't do it, Maka has a good heart and the literal god-given duty to protect and take care of morons. Even rolling out another towel to pass over to some weird man that fell in the river counts. Maybe.]

Were you fishing? You won't find much there except for Magikarp, and if you were looking for something to eat, well...Magikarp aren't something you can cook over a campfire. [Not that she's tried, Maka's just heard attempts at frying and eating Magikarp bring the result of "they are hard as rocks and need to be prepared in a specific way."]

[karappo]

[Just be glad it isn't Engrish yet, Maka.

Karamatsu makes a pretty big show of trying to get his hair smoothed back into its usual state, trying to ignore how water-logged his jacket is right now. Eventually, he has no choice but to take it off so he can wring it out...giving Maka an unfortunately close view of the tank-top he was wearing underneath. It is absolutely covered in blue sequins.

He looks up at her when she says that, though, a brow quirking as he wrings water out of his jacket sleeve.]

You can eat those?

[Not that he's...tried or anything...]

1/2

[soundmind]

[That is absolutely NOT practical travel wear. For the love of Arceus, boys are so weird.

Be strong, Maka, be strong for mother. Remember your manners. Hide the disgusted upturn of your mouth by fussing with slinging the bag over your shoulders and standing.

It's fiiiiiine.]

[(Is this guy some renegade from the bikers she knew in Violet??)]

[soundmind]

Ah...well, I would assume? The stores have meat and I haven't seen any regular animals, so...it's a little odd to think about but it has to come from somewhere.

[Be strong for mother.]

[karappo]

[Karamatsu doesn't seem to notice Maka's expression, and if he does he pays it no mind. Or maybe he's mistaking it for something else. Admiration, perhaps.

He shakes out his jacket before standing to toss it over a nearby low-hanging tree branch to dry, wishing he had a fire type and not so many water types on him instead.]

Hmph. I wasn't getting very many bites anyway...and I won't now, now that my pole's gone.

A

[titularity]

OI! Karamatsu!!


[Ah, that voice. You know the one. The one that causes that chill to run down your spine. The one that instinctively tells you that you need to hide whatever money you have, and whatever dignity you still hold onto. The voice that seems to DRIP with both love and hate for you, and even more...an essence for getting you into trouble.

Yes, it's that voice.


Osomatsu seems to be shopping as well, hands in his pockets as he walks, his only companions being his own Eevee and a Spinda...who seems to have twirled it's way into one of the clothing racks and getting trapped in that circular middle section that every kid used to hide in. Don't act like you don't know the ones.


He'll find his way out.


But that's not important now, because Osomatsu has found Karamatsu's fashion show, looking at his outfit as he poses next to his Krokorok. Letting it...seep in.


Before he grips his stomach, trying not to laugh uncontrollably.]


Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!!! Karamatsu! It's too much! You're going to kill me!!



I can feel death gripping me as I speak!

[karappo]

Eh?

[How could he not recognize that voice? Even Bruce and Karamatsu's other Pokemon peer over when Osomatsu saunters into view...and starts harping about his outfit. Karamatsu doesn't seem too surprised, but Bruce just looks flat out insulted.]

Oh, come on, we match perfectly, my Brother! Don't you see this? I planned this outfit to match so that the two of us will become one...is that not what I have achieved?

[titularity]

Too perfectly!

[Honestly, Karamatsu, don't you see the obvious problem with this?]

They're gonna judge you and not your Pokemon! And you'll get low scores because of how painful you are...


[Here, let niisan help.]


W-Why are the back half of your pants striped...that's just stupid!

[...What a good supportive person your brother is.]

[karappo]

[Karamatsu blinks, pivoting halfway so he can look at the backs of his thighs.]

Hm. ...is it too much?

[titularity]

[You see this, Karamatsu? He's already got a can of black spray paint ready to fix that monstrosity of a fashion show you've got going on.]

[karappo]

[oH]

W-w-wait, Brother, what are you doing with that-?

[Bruce eyes Osomatsu warily- along with that spray paint- growling deeply in the back of his throat.]

[titularity]

Painting your ass!


[You know, loud enough for almost the whole surrounding area to hear. If Bruce's growl was supposed to intimidate him, he certainly doesn't seem to notice.

In fact, he cheerfully pats the Krokorok on the shoulder.]


Relax, you're fine! It works for you.