[Aaand here he comes, Mr. America himself. He's looking pretty confident after that session, his guitar slung over his back as he saunters inside. There's a piece of partially crumpled paper in one hand that he waves about as he walks in, apparently what he'd been writing the lyrics to his masterpiece on.
He actually thought the house was empty, so when he spots Ichi across the living room as he enters, his face lights up almost immediately. It probably makes what's about to happen all the sweeter for Ichimatsu.]
Brother! I've been working all morning and you have to listen to my-
[CRUNCH
Kara stops dead mid-sentence, all of his weight on his right foot as something very loudly just crunched beneath the sole of his shoe. He blinks before slowly lifting his foot to look at what he'd stepped on because what in the world...]
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[Aaand here he comes, Mr. America himself. He's looking pretty confident after that session, his guitar slung over his back as he saunters inside. There's a piece of partially crumpled paper in one hand that he waves about as he walks in, apparently what he'd been writing the lyrics to his masterpiece on.
He actually thought the house was empty, so when he spots Ichi across the living room as he enters, his face lights up almost immediately. It probably makes what's about to happen all the sweeter for Ichimatsu.]
Brother! I've been working all morning and you have to listen to my-
[CRUNCH
Kara stops dead mid-sentence, all of his weight on his right foot as something very loudly just crunched beneath the sole of his shoe. He blinks before slowly lifting his foot to look at what he'd stepped on because what in the world...]
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