“Brother!” Karamatsu laughed, taking another sip of his beer, his mind feeling warm and fuzzy. “I just got a funny idea.”
Choromatsu took a long sip of his beer, and let out a small satisfied noise. “I'm scared to hear this, but what?”
“We should play a trick on Osomatsu.” Karamatsu waggled his impressive eyebrows.
“What kind of trick exactly?” Choromatsu knitted his own eyebrows.
“Heh,” Karamatsu put his hand under his chin. “We should switch places and try to convince him we are each other.”
“Pfft. He'd never fall for that.” Choromatsu slammed his beer back on the table.
“Heh. Heh heh heh. He totally did last time.” Karamatsu said, leaning back slightly. He had impersonated Ichimatsu so flawlessly before.
“You impersonated me before Shittymatsu!?” Choromatsu went to grab Karamatsu by the collar of his shirt, but Karamatsu wiggled away.
“Non, non, non, not you, I impersonated-” Karamatsu had a sudden vision of Ichimatsu in his head threatening to kill him if he told anyone. Karamatsu frowned. “Forget about that. I bet you ¥2,000 you can't impersonate me well enough to trick Osomatsu.”
“Oh you are on then. But you have to impersonate me too. Doesn't that ruin the bet?” Choromatsu’s mouth pulled down into a triangle.
“Of course not, I will impersonate you so perfectly you won't even know who you are anymore!” Karamatsu took one final sip of his beer. He was the best, he knew everything about his brothers, he could impersonate them in his sleep.
“Oh yeah! We'll see about that!” Choromatsu pulled his hoodie over his head, messing up his hair slightly. “Gimme your hoodie.”
“But of course.” Karamatsu took off his own hoodie, and donned Choromatsu’s. He resisted the very real urge to roll up his sleeves. He was no longer Karamatsu. He would become in mind and soul; Choromatsu.
Choromatsu put on Karamatsu’s hoodie. It was strange seeing someone else wear his hoodie. Choromatsu rolled up the sleeves. “I'm so ready to fool Osomatsu! Where is he?”
“I think he's upstairs reading manga.” Karamatsu replied, running his hand over his hair, trying to get his cow licks to stay down.
“Okay let's go!” Choromatsu stood up and started marching towards the stairs, swaying slightly from all the beer he had drank. Karamatsu followed behind, barely managing to not trip over his own feet.
“Bruuuuza!” Choromatsu screamed at the top of his lungs as he threw open the door to their bedroom.
Osomatsu was lying on the floor with a manga in front of him, but at the sudden commotion he looked up with wide eyes. Karamatsu stumbled into the room after Choromatsu. He almost struck a dramatic pose, but instead put his hands in his hoodie pockets. How did Choromatsu greet people? “Hello Osomatsu nii-san!” Something like that.
Osomatsu sat up, his grin wide as he watched Choromatsu and Karamatsu enter the room. “Oi, are you guys drunk?” He chuckled to himself.
“I'm only drunk on love!” Choromatsu screamed.
“I am just so tired after looking at job applications all day.” Karamatsu held a hand up to his forehead.
“Oh yeah?” Osomatsu pointed at Karamatsu. “Hey Choromatsu, can I get back that ¥1,000 I lent to you?”
“Oh, sure?” Karamatsu cocked an eyebrow.
Choromatsu growled. “I don't owe you any!!, I mean-.” Choromatsu cleared his throat. “I am certain that my dear bruuuuza doesn't owe you any money.”
Osomatsu looked at Choromatsu with innocent eyes. “Oh, you are right, Karamatsu. Didn't you borrow money from me?”
Choromatsu gritted his teeth. “I don't think I would do that,” Choromatsu paused for a moment and then threw his hands up into the air. “BRUUUUZA.”
“Surely Karamatsu would not borrow money from his eldest brother.” Karamatsu nodded his head.
“Oh, I'm sure I lent money to someone. Oh well.” Osomatsu shrugged. “Hey Karamatsu?”
“Yes?” Choromatsu twisted his arms above his head like a ballerina. Karamatsu squinted at him. That wasn't a cool pose he would make!
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Osomatsu asked.
“NO PLANS.” Choromatsu pulled out a pair of sunglasses from the hoodie pocket, attempted to place them on his head, but missed. The sunglasses went tumbling to the ground. “HEH, I did that on purpose.”
Osomatsu started to laugh out loud, pounding on the ground with one hand. “Of course you did! Oh, so what are you doing tomorrow, Choromatsu?”
“Heh, I’m going to be so busy being responsible and working hard to set a good example for my younger brothers.” Karamatsu smiled. That's what Choromatsu would say, right?
“Don't let your self awareness start rising again.” Osomatsu said, his eyes filled with tears of laughter. “Hey come here for a second Choromatsu, I have to tell you a secret.”
Karamatsu stood still for a moment. A secret? What could this be about? He walked over, and Osomatsu pulled him down and put an arm around his shoulder. Choromatsu inched closer in a not very subtle way to hear as well. “I know what happened to your Nyaa-chan poster.”
“WHAT?” Choromatsu yelled. Osomatsu gave him a look, to which Choromatsu replied, “I mean, I'm sure Choromatsu really wants to know what happened to his poster, right? Choromatsu? BRUUUUUZA!” Choromatsu spun around and pointed at Karamatsu.
“Ah, yes of course I want to know what happened to my precious belongings.” Karamatsu nodded.
“Okay so get this. One of Ichimatsu’s cats scratched the poster, so he threw it away.” Osomatsu whispered loudly enough for Choromatsu to hear as well.
Karamatsu looked over at Choromatsu who was gritting his teeth and had his fists balled up. Karamatsu gulped. “I am so angry! Yelling! Ahhh!” Karamatsu said.
“Aaaaaaah! I'm going to kill him!” Choromatsu screamed before running out of the room.
“I'm going to make sure he doesn't actually kill Ichimatsu.” Karamatsu started running after Choromatsu.
“Oi, don't forget your sunglasses.” Osomatsu said calmly, pointing towards the dropped pair of sunglasses on the floor with a chuckle.
“Oh right! Thanks brother!” Karamatsu picked them up and ran out, leaving a giggling Osomatsu behind.