Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
"Not like you're missing much- no one wants to talk to a bunch of neets, anyway," he scoffs. "Mind if I sit down? These shoes are awful."
Osomatsu blinks stupidly. It's an armchair, intended for one person. Choromatsu kicks off the shiny high heels and plops himself onto Osomatsu's thigh. He leans into Osomatsu's shoulder and knocks back the rest of the drink with a sour face.
"Maybe it's fine that you're not in a costume," he states, adjusting in his brother's lap. "You're already the most grotesque thing I can imagine."
