You'd learned that your drinking buddy was a bit odd to begin with. When you'd first met him, he'd asked you for money, and then he'd hit on you, thinking that he was cool. He was not, but the effort was a little precious. He had eventually become your friend, and you'd come to known him as 'Osomatsu Matsuno', the oldest of the sextuplets. No one else was really his friend, so you tended to talk to him as you pleased, and you both liked that just fine. Sometimes he'd wander off, and there'd be some kind of dumb stain on his hoodie afterwards, but you'd assumed the drinks had done what they'd done, and he never disagreed with you.

Until one night when he'd had way too much, you thought, and you'd followed him to maybe keep him safe. That was when you'd found him perched over the body of--what was that, a fox?! A fox...and he had his mouth on its stomach. His head snapped back when he heard you approach, and he looked at you with piercing red eyes....before getting up and looking at you with concern.

"H--Hey?! What'cha doin'?!" He scrambled to his feet, coughing a bit. "I was, uh, just about to come back..." He was trying to dismiss the scene entirely....