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It felt as if Karamatsu had been playing this minigame for years. He had been stuck at getting that one. Fucking. Coin. Osomatsu had been trying to support him by telling random stories in order to calm him down. It worked, for a bit at least. But the frustration slowly started to build in that small ‘suave’ man. His signature sunglasses slowly falling off his face every time he shot up in anger when Mario slipped back down to his doom. The jacket had come off some time ago, showing that he meant business. Osomatsu, on the other hand, was laughing at his brother’s expense, but he was still giving Kara his support through occasional cheers and sympathetic pats on the back after each Mario sent flying down into the blue abyss.
“Ah, I appreciate your helpful attempts at encouraging me brother, so this one is fo- FUCK!” the ridiculous voice he had always put up slipped along with the in-game plumber. Another death, causing Karamatsu to also die inside. The sudden outburst should have worried his eldest brother, but instead and not surprisingly, he burst out into laughter. “You wanna fight?! YOU WANNA FUCKIN GO? YOU WANNA THROW DOWN? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Karamatsu had completely abandoned his persona voice and is replaced with his regular, sweet voice filled with anger. Osomatsu was fucking losing it, this just kept getting funnier as his brother became more enraged at this ‘simple’ Mario game. Oso, through a bit of wheezing, pointed at the floating coin on the screen, his vision was a bit blurry from the tears on the edge of his eyes and previous laughter. “What’s that?”
This was a mistake.
“FUCKING BLUE COIN SCHMOO COIN!”
Oh boy.
“WHO NEEDS A BLUE COIN WHEN YOU'VE GOT A FUCKING MENTAL BREAKDOWN COMIN’ IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD?” He wasn't even wearing his glasses this is ridiculous.
Osomatsu tried to point out the coin that was blinking obviously on the screen, but Karamatsu was too far gone, beginning to speak gibberish. “I DON'T EVEN CARE WHATEVER THE BLUE COIN IS,” he screamed, stuttering, “GIVES ME SHINES AND SHIT.” He cried, tossing his controller to the side. “SHINES ARE FOR BULLSHIT.”
A couple angry tears trailed down his cheeks in a ridiculous manner. “I DON'T EVEN CARE! CAN'T BUY CRACK COCAINE WITH SHINES.” Oso somehow laughed harder. Cocaine? “YOU GOTTA USE REAL MONEY! HOW'RE YA GONNA MAKE MONEY?! GO ON THE BLACK MARKET SELL YOUR BODY TO ALL THE FUCKIN PEOPLE!”
“Oh my god”
Karamatsu died again. And that was that.
“THEY'RE LIKE, 'AAAAAAH THAT'S A PRETTY LITTLE BOY, I'M GONNA STICK A PENIS INTO THAT BUTTHOLE’
“BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?”
Osomatsu would've responded if he hadn't been choking on laughter.
“IT DOESN'T SATISFY YOU. WHEN YOU HAVE THE COKE IT JUST MAKES YOU WANT TO GET MORE COKE. SO THEN YOU GO AND YOU GET FUCKED IN THE ASS A LITTLE BIT MORE” “(Y/N!) “BY THIS GAME MARIO FUCKIN SUNSHINE.”
Karamatsu began to run out of air as Osomatsu began to call more worriedly for his brother's wife. “(Y/N!) I need an adult!” Osomatsu chuckled a bit as he rubbed his painful bro’s back as he gasped.
“You covered a lot of ground there.”
(Y/N) smiled gently, her panic melting as she heard the two laugh over Osomatsu’s perceived hearing the word butthole.
It'll be fine.