[Good job, Oso. In the time it takes him to heckle the centipuppies about their dental hygiene, Ichimatsu has managed to make it to the end of his branch, his arm entirely loaded with bits of wood and dried-out foliage. He shimmies into a sitting position and ropes his collection together with a vine, making sure it's packed together all nice and tight.]
[And then he draws something small, metal, and square out of his pocket. With a faint click, he shoves it up under his bundle, which begins to smoke in time with the gradual smile creeping across Ichimatsu's face.]
Ooi, Osomatsu-niisan! If they're really that hungry... they can eat this.
[Abruptly, the mound of tinder erupts into a veritable fireball. And that's when Ichimatsu shoves it off of his branch with his foot, the vine burning away within seconds, leaving a rainfall of flaming debris soaring down towards the centipuppies. The roar of gleeful laughter accompanying it seems to give no regard to potential forest fires.]
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[And then he draws something small, metal, and square out of his pocket. With a faint click, he shoves it up under his bundle, which begins to smoke in time with the gradual smile creeping across Ichimatsu's face.]
Ooi, Osomatsu-niisan! If they're really that hungry... they can eat this.
[Abruptly, the mound of tinder erupts into a veritable fireball. And that's when Ichimatsu shoves it off of his branch with his foot, the vine burning away within seconds, leaving a rainfall of flaming debris soaring down towards the centipuppies. The roar of gleeful laughter accompanying it seems to give no regard to potential forest fires.]
[Scatter, vermin.]