video; un: ny4n

[ichimyatsu]

[You'd be surprised by how hard it is to set up a phone for a video post while sitting on a rebellious pre-teen who is a ten year old version of one of your five brothers-- but he won't tell you which. That, by the by, happens to be precisely what Ichimatsu Matsuno is doing at this particular moment, the feed kicking on to him frowning irritably at the screen with his hands clearly on either side of the device while he tries to make it stand upright.]

[When he sits back the scene gets a little stranger, because he is, in fact, sitting on a tiny version of what looks like himself if he ever brushed his hair and slept. He actually hisses at the boy beneath him and sits on him to prevent some of his wild flailing, and then glares back at the video feed.]

Can somebody tell me which Matsuno this little shit is? He's one of my brothers but inexplicably tiny and he won't tell me who he is.

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omg

[ichimyatsu]

[He barks a laugh at that, sitting back and chittering for a long time. Oh, that was good. He likes you, Dodger. You're all right.]

I promise I'm worse, he actually usually tries to make some kind of vague attempt at being decent. But I definitely get what you mean.

[undeflective]

What... exactly do you mean by that?

[Dodger would like Ichimatsu too, if he weren't currently an alternate version of himself that didn't become a complete disappointment. As it stands, he's a little bemused and uncomfortable.]

[ichimyatsu]

Are you familiar with the term NEET?

[undeflective]

That's... Not in Employment, Education or Training, isn't it? So you're... supported by your family?

[He's not judging - there are far worse things to be, particularly in the sort of world he comes from.]

[ichimyatsu]

Very good. We're also twenty-three, and there are six of us. We're a huge burden, and any attempts any of us, and by us I mean they, have made to earn money has been purely selfish.

[Ichimatsu is very determined to be worthless. Don't mind him.]

[undeflective]

So... you must feel rather guilty about that. [That's the impression he gets from the self-deprecating language.] But I'm sure your parents would stop supporting you if they thought it was too much for them. And after all, twenty-three isn't too old to be in the nest... it would honestly be more cause for concern if you were in your forties.

[ichimyatsu]

[He shrugs.]

I have absolutely no marketable skills so there's not much I can do about it, so there's less guilt about it than I'd like, I guess.

[undeflective]

Ah... well... if you don't have any skills, do you at least have interests? Even things like playing video games and... voicing opinions seem to be marketable these days.

[ichimyatsu]

[He gives him an uninterested glower.]

That's rich. Because even if I cared enough about video games, people would want to listen to me play them and talk about it.

[undeflective]

...What do you... do all day?

[ichimyatsu]

Gee, what do you think a NEET does all day?

[undeflective]

I wouldn't know.

I mean- I'm sorry. I've never had the luxury, my mother depends on me financially. If I wasn't working, I wouldn't have enough to eat.

i'd apologize but dodger keeps walking into this,

[ichimyatsu]

Oh, luxury, is it? How about you stop assuming things about people you don't know.

he'd do the same if their roles were reversed t b h

[undeflective]

I'm sorry?

[He's just trying to not make a horrible impression... which apparently he has no idea how to do.]

I really didn't mean to offend you, I was just- nevermind.

[If Ichimatsu had the context of meeting Dodger in his regular form, this would probably be hilarious.]