[ So he had a weird dream that involved deers, and then woke up somewhere that wasn't home.

He went to nap thinking he'd be back inside the big futon with his brothers next to him, but nope. Same creepy surroundings all around him.

Sure! Okay! He'll take that! No problem!

With that sort of coping mechanism kicking in and keeping him cheerful, Jyushimatsu will take part in the celebrations for the new year, although he was quite sure he was in mid-March before he was dropped in here. Whatever, he doesn't care, there's a party and he can't be confused and upset when a party has just started!

There's alcohol that he'll dawn all the way even without being compelled to, and it's funny because he doesn't even feel drunk and yet he's spurred by an urge to be his usual cheerful self, just 300% better (or worse, depending). He'll be out and about, approaching people more easily than he would as the normally useless NEET he is. It's good to make friends and forget even harder about the situation he's in, right? ]

Hey there! I really like the outside of your elbows!

[ Yeah, that's a compliment that he just blurts out with zero thought behind it. Have a dude wearing an oversized yellow hoodie and waving a long sleeve at you, just inches close from slapping that across your face by accident. ]

[ The new year has come, and Jyushimatsu is flustered.

Before he can make sense of his own feelings, whoever stands next to him is suddenly invading his space and...

He reacts too fast, and too eager as he leans in and hopes to have his first kiss stolen by a random stranger. Instead what he gets is a face smashed against his own, and he distinctly hear a cracking sound coming from his nose, which starts profusely bleeding like a fountain when he pulls back. The NEET's eyes wander in different direction as he wobbles dizzily before shaking his head so hard it becomes a blur, and then smiles quite sheepishly regardless of all that blood. ]

Hahahaha! Sorry about that! Should we try again?

[ The new year has come, and Jyushimatsu is pissed.

No reason why that's happening. He's not angry over not being able to go back home. Hell, he's even liking it here! And the air is not chill enough to trigger his murderous rage. But even so, he's overcome with the urge to kill something, and before you know it he's holding an axe in his sleeve and there's no wood to chop here. Flesh and bones will do.

It's fine. People come back after they die. It's how it also worked in his world, so why not here?

With a growl, he raises his axe and swings it down on his target. ]

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