[Ichimatsu, upon discovering he had his own form of housing space, promptly disappeared into his room with his cat and curled up in the bed provided and didn't move for a long time. He was, to his knowledge, alone beyond said cat, and for the first time in a very long time, the notion frightened him. He had a vague recollection of a mishmashed series of events-- a spaceship, and Karamatsu, and eventually Osomatsu as well, and a lot of things he tried pretty hard to forget about. Then somehow he was somewhere else, somewhere he seemed to have fallen into intentionally in some way, and...]
[He'd stayed curled in that bed around his cat for nearly an entire day before he realized they probably both needed to eat something, and aimed to leave in search of said something.]
[Which, as luck would have it, happened to be the same time Karamatsu, reduced to a ten year old, was leaving his private room across the hall in a huge t-shirt with his adult self's wallet and no shoes. Nyanko held securely under one arm, he looked the child over at least three times with a dully confused expression on his face.]
...I'm dead again, and this time Hell has sent me back in time.
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[He'd stayed curled in that bed around his cat for nearly an entire day before he realized they probably both needed to eat something, and aimed to leave in search of said something.]
[Which, as luck would have it, happened to be the same time Karamatsu, reduced to a ten year old, was leaving his private room across the hall in a huge t-shirt with his adult self's wallet and no shoes. Nyanko held securely under one arm, he looked the child over at least three times with a dully confused expression on his face.]
...I'm dead again, and this time Hell has sent me back in time.