“Oh, man, guys, I don’t know if I can! I mean, I’m just a humble old time anime from the sixties who doesnt know your youth type memes, and bwahbwahbwahbwaaaaaaah.” Not only did he dab, but this fucker made his own air horn noises. “You act like that wasn’t gonna happen at least once this stream. Like. Come on.”
*gasp* Oso! It’s so nice to talk to you I’m like. Your biggest fan! This is so exciting!!
“Hey! You’re a new face! I’m happy that you’re happy to see me! I’ll do my best to entertain, bud, so sit back and enjoy the show while it lasts! Midnight tonight, I’m not solo anymore. Drink it in while you can.” He cracks open a soda. “Like a cool, refreshing apple Canta, because subtle product placement is everything with the hip, young kids of today.” @sprik-matsuno
*shuffles stack of papers and adjust glasses.” Mr. Matsuno, is it? Tell me, where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Osomatsu snorts, sitting up like he’s taking this seriously and laughing like he refuses to. “Lessee, five years exactly. Uh, it’s, like, two am, so. Probably asleep? Not gonna be picky about where as long as I can lock a door behind me.”
I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT THE PLAN WAS FOR NO NSFW OSO I’MA DO IT. Oso I have a nice front bumper in size D, that I would gladly let you have your way with~! đź’‹
“Wait, what?! There was a no dirty stuff plan?! I live for it, I need it! Why would you do something so mean to the original Matsu, you guys?” He’s a whiny child, save us all. “Come on, I’ll be more fun than Choro was!” Osomatsu all but kneels with his hands clasped in front of him. “Thank you for the pervy stuff, anon! And also for my potential spot on your rack. Dang. I’m sure it’s A plus stuff, and if I could get through the screen to you, I so would. Sadly, when I’m sent to other places instantaneously, I can’t control it at all. Unless the production staff is kind, I’m not gonna land there today.” He pauses. “Pics are ok, though.”
((Don’t listen to this awful awful cherryboy I am so sorry))
Oso im watching your stream in the bath right now :-))
He makes an appreciative (borderline pleased fuckboy) noise before grinning ear to ear. “That’s good, that’s good! Shame that I don’t plan on keeping this clean, sweetness.” He thinks he’s smooth. Poor thing.
Heyyyyyyy Osomatsu … Guess who drunk you are right now! … I mean. I am. Guess how drunk I am. Me. This guy over here.
“I’m guessing you’re either faking it for laughs, or you’re more sloshed than me on Valentine’s Day. Fifty-fifty chance.” He shrugs. “I can’t gamble with these odds!”
What kind of underwear are you wearing, Oso? She asked expectantly.
“Pff, underwear, right,” he snorts, and immediately backpedals. “Kidding, kidding, calm down! I’m taking boxer briefs for a test ride, actually. People give me two options, and I go for both! It’s the kinda guy I am, y’know? And these ones legit had my name on ‘em.”
So Oso how’s it feel being lectured for testing your juice distance? By your mother of all people to find out.
“Starting the day off this way, huh? Ah, well, I had a feeling this was coming. It was one of the worst experiences of my life, and I’ve died and come back before, my dude. Don’t put me through that again. Please.”
((@s o odd anon, im sorry if this is egotistical, but! Did you mean oso or mod Clover? 🍀))
((gotcha! Thank youuuu))
((@s o odd anon, im sorry if this is egotistical, but! Did you mean oso or mod Clover? 🍀))
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