It's too bright outside."
"...Ah."
Ichimatsu wakes to an empty room, the covers strewn haphazardly over the futon. He stares up at the ceiling, expecting to one of his brothers to burst through the door any moment and pull him out of bed. He can see their pajamas tossed in a pile to the side of the room, and he wonders just how late it is.
He sits up after a few more minutes of uninterrupted silence, half-relishing and half-confused. Standing, he trudges over to the dresser and tugs out a sweatshirt and plain jeans, glancing at the clock as he does so. It reads somewhere between 12 and 12:30; he can't be bothered to find the exact minute. He ignores the brush on the floor and heads downstairs.
Surprisingly enough, his missing siblings aren't downstairs either. The only sound that greets him is one of movement in the kitchen, despite him knowing their parents being at work right now. The ESP cat rubs against his legs when he reaches the bottom of the stairs, and he reaches down to take it into his arms as he walks toward the telltale sounds and smells of cooking. He presses his ear to the door before he walks in, but the only hint he gets as to who's inside is a mutter of "whew". He slides the door open as the cat jumps out of his arms and hides under the kotatsu.
Before him is none other than Karamatsu, with his sunglasses off and an apron tied around his neck. He doesn't seem to notice the other as Ichimatsu stares at him, looking around the kitchen at the empty package of natto (its contents warming over the stove), the coffee maker brewing away, the jar of kimchi sitting open by the fridge, the rice cooker open and steaming with a serving spoon stuck into it, the two bowls halfway filled, one of which is currently in Karamatsu's hand. Ichimatsu stands there in a mix of speechlessness and confusion as his older brother attempts to leave a round scoop in the bowl-- he fails, adding too much rice.
"Eh?"
Karamatsu whirls around, dropping the (luckily empty) serving spoon and nearly doing the same with the bowl. He regains his composure quickly, relaxing slightly when he sees it's only Ichimatsu. Before the other can say anything else, Karamatsu lets out a dramatic "hmph!". "Give me," he says, striking a pose and holding up four fingers, "four more minutes!"
"Eh?"
"The forecast for today is snowy, with the temperature starting at -3 degrees Celcius--
"Thank you for the food."
A bead of sweat unconsciously rolls down Karamatsu's forehead, clearly not as a result of the frost encrusting the windows. Ichimatsu's dull gaze bores into him as he pinches natto and rice between his chopsticks, dropping it into his mouth along with a few strands of kimchi. The other does the same at his own pace, not bothering to say a word. "So, uh..." Karamatsu starts, scrambling to find something to talk about that won't warrant a punch, "how's the, uh, food...?"
Ichimatsu's expression doesn't change. "Fine." He says, tone monotone. He continues to gnaw away at his bowl, occasionally stopping to take a sip of coffee. Something about the artificial sweetener and how Karamatsu knows how he likes his coffee pisses him off.
Karamatsu jumps when Ichimatsu slams his empty cup down on the table, mumbling "thanks" as he walks out of the room with his dishes. He sighs when the door slides closed behind the other, watching as the ESP cat pads out from under the kotatsu, meowing lazily. Karamatsu hooks his hands under its front legs, holding it in the air and staring aimlessly into its big eyes. It'd be great if that medicine never wore off, he thinks as the cat squirms out of his grasp, scampering off in Ichimatsu's direction.
He reaches for the TV remote and clicks it on, a game show host's bright smile flashing across the screen. He munches on his breakfast as contestants overexcitedly answer questions, usually with wrong albeit entertaining responses. He looks up when Ichimatsu trudges back in free of dishes, but opts to let the TV do the talking for him. The other plops back down by the kotatsu, rolling onto his stomach and burrowing his torso down under the thick quilt. They watch whatever's on in comfortable silence for a while, only disturbed by Karamatsu depositing his own dishes in the sink. Ichimatsu glances over at his brother when a commercial hits, getting his attention with a low "Hey."
The other pauses his task at hand (filing his nails and clipping hangnails) to meet Ichimatsu's bored eyes. "Where're the others?" He asks, propping his chin in his palm as Karamatsu taps at his cheek. He holds up fingers as he lists off: "Totty's at work, Jyuushimatsu's playing baseball, and Osomatsu-niisan dragged Choromatsu with him to go see the lights." Ichimatsu scoffs at the last part, then jabs a finger at Karamatsu. "Why're you here, then?"
"Because!" Karamatsu exclaims, striking a pose. "I would never leave my little brother home alone!"
Actually, it would've been kinda nice to be home alone... Ichimatsu thinks, but nonetheless he turns away before his cheeks start to burn. "Ah, right." Karamatsu says, plucking a slip of paper off the table. "Choromatsu left a grocery list, but you can stay home if you want."
"I'll come." Ichimatsu answers automatically, and Karamatsu looks up in surprise. He's glad he's facing the TV; the other can't see his face when he follows up with a lame "We're out of cat food."
That seems to sate the other, and Ichimatsu shifts his full attention back to the TV. It's progressed to commercial now, with a loud-mouthed couple exclaiming how tonkatsu saved their marriage, and it can save yours too.
"It's really coming down out there, huh..."
"Meow."
A solid hour passes before Karamatsu stands up and stretches his arms above his head, audibly cracking his back and shoulders. Ichimatsu's since dozed off, ESP kitty's tail sticking out from under the kotatsu beside him. It's rare to see his brother like this, with an unfurrowed brow and eyes closed peacefully, even if there is drool leaking out of his mouth and onto the floor. Karamatsu indugles himself for a moment, just watching fondly as Ichimatsu curls closer to the cat.
Eventually he pads upstairs, pulling his sweater on over the thick undershirt he has on and a pair of clean pants. He tucks his phone into his pocket and, before he goes back down, grabs his signature leather jacket off the hook. Even if Todomatsu tells him it's ugly, it is warm. He zips it up before ambling downstairs again, Ichimatsu's knit scarf in hand. When he reaches the living room he sees the other's awake, one eye half open and darting away from the doorway once Karamatsu enters again. The latter smiles inwardly; even Ichimatsu can be cute sometimes, huh. He walks over and holds out a hand to help his brother up, asking, "Still wanna come?"
Ichimatsu blatantly ignores Karamatsu's outstretched hand, reluctantly detaching himself from the cat and sliding out from under the kotatsu as he stands. Karamatsu feels a pang of disappointment at the total disregard of his chivalrous gesture, but he shrugs it off and tosses the other his scarf. Snow sprinkles onto the ground outside as Karamatsu pulls his own scarf off the hook, wrapping it snugly around his neck. It did clash a little with his suave image, but sacrifices must be made for warmth in winter, he supposes. "Don't forget your coat." He calls, checking his pockets to make sure he has Choromatsu's list. Ichimatsu trudges down the hallway after him, and Karamatsu swears he can see little flowers around his face with his knit scarf tumbling down his shoulders, thick and comfy.
Ichimatsu tugs his coat off the hook as Karamatsu pulls out the hat and gloves that accompany his scarf. The younger of the two sticks his sweatered arms into the sleeves while Karamatsu places the cap on his unsuspecting head carefully, grinning triumphantly but still flinching when Ichimatsu glares over his shoulder at him. He grabs his gloves from his brother's hands, pulling them on himself and stepping into his shoes. Karamatsu follows suit, scrambling outside to hold the door open for the other. Ichimatsu pushes him out of the way, opening his mouth to say something before suddenly clamping it shut and walking mechanically towards the sidewalk. Karamatsu rubs the arm he'd gotten hit on and pouts, but he catches up anyway.
They walk in frosty silence for a while, both figuratively and literally. Snow crunches beneath Ichimatsu's boots (dull, clunky ones Jyushimatsu'd insisted he'd need for winter) and Karamatsu's wedges as the latter attempts to strike up conversation every few minutes, his topics being shot down by the other every time with one word replies. He sighs inwardly; how was he supposed to bond with his brother like this?
Snowflakes land softly on Ichimatsu's hat, lodging themselves in the fibers. Karamatsu thinks of his own naked head mournfully-- the snow would probably melt and mess up his hair (if it somehow managed to get past the pint of gel in it). He jams his hands deeper in his pockets, balling them into fists to try and retain some warmth in his palms. Maybe he should've worn a coat after all. Though, he wonders, perhaps this was a sacrifice for fashion. Yes, that sounded right. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Karamatsu pats his hair down triumphantly. He was truly a master of language.
The grocery store comes into view eventually, and Karamatsu estimate that the snow will soon have them trapped inside if they don't hurry. He shivers and pulls his jacket tighter around himself. "Hey, do you want--" He starts when he sees the vending machine, but when he turns around Ichimatsu isn't there. He blinks, confused, until he gets a glimpse of the other slipping into a nearby alley. Karamatsu follows him curiously, opening his mouth to ask what he's doing, but stops when he hears the pitiful mewl of a stray cat. Ichimatsu attempts to coax it out from inside a cardboard box, mumb
เขตข้อมูลยืนยันจะสว่างเกินไปนอก" "... อา" Ichimatsu กลับไปห้องว่าง ครอบคลุมการโรยบนฟูกผิด ๆ ถูก ๆ เขา stares ขึ้นที่เพดาน คาดหวังว่าพี่ ๆ จะระเบิดประตูตลอดเวลา และดึงเขาออกจากเตียงอย่างใดอย่างหนึ่ง เขาสามารถเห็นชุดนอนของพวกเขาเพราะในกองข้างห้อง และเขาประหลาดใจเพียงว่าปลายเป็นเขาตั้งค่าหลังจากหลายนาทีของความเงียบอย่างต่อเนื่อง ผ่อนครึ่ง และครึ่งสับสน เขายืน trudges ผ่านการแต่งตัวการ และ tugs sweatshirt และกางเกงยีนส์ธรรมดา ทิวทัศน์ที่นาฬิกาเขาไม่ได้ จะอ่านอยู่ระหว่าง 12 และ 12:30 เขาไม่ได้รำคาญหานาทีแน่นอน เขาละเว้นแปรงบนชั้นและหัวหน้าชั้นล่างจู่ ๆ พอ พี่น้องของเขาหายไปไม่ได้ด้านล่างอย่างใดอย่างหนึ่ง เสียงเดียวที่ทักทายเขาเป็นหนึ่งในครัว แม้เขารู้ว่าพ่อแม่ที่ทำงานอยู่ขณะนี้ แมว ESP ขัดกับขาของเขาเมื่อเขามาถึงด้านล่างของบันได และเขาถึงลงเพื่อใช้เป็นแขนของเขาขณะที่เขาเดินไปปากโป้งเสียงและกลิ่นของอาหาร เขากดหูของเขาไปประตูก่อนเดินใน แต่แนะนำเท่านั้นเขาได้รับเพื่อที่เป็นภายในคือ mutter ของ "whew" เขาสไลด์เปิดประตูแมวกระโดดออกจากแขนของเขา และซ่อนใต้ kotatsuBefore him is none other than Karamatsu, with his sunglasses off and an apron tied around his neck. He doesn't seem to notice the other as Ichimatsu stares at him, looking around the kitchen at the empty package of natto (its contents warming over the stove), the coffee maker brewing away, the jar of kimchi sitting open by the fridge, the rice cooker open and steaming with a serving spoon stuck into it, the two bowls halfway filled, one of which is currently in Karamatsu's hand. Ichimatsu stands there in a mix of speechlessness and confusion as his older brother attempts to leave a round scoop in the bowl-- he fails, adding too much rice."Eh?"Karamatsu whirls around, dropping the (luckily empty) serving spoon and nearly doing the same with the bowl. He regains his composure quickly, relaxing slightly when he sees it's only Ichimatsu. Before the other can say anything else, Karamatsu lets out a dramatic "hmph!". "Give me," he says, striking a pose and holding up four fingers, "four more minutes!""Eh?" "The forecast for today is snowy, with the temperature starting at -3 degrees Celcius-- "Thank you for the food." ลูกปัดของเหงื่อรับม้วนลงหน้าผากของ Karamatsu ผลน้ำแข็งของเครื่อง windows ไม่ชัดเจน สายตามัวของ Ichimatsu bores เป็นเขาเป็นเขา pinches natto และข้าวระหว่างเขาตะเกียบ ปล่อยเข้าไปในปากของเขาพร้อมกับกี่ strands ของกิมจิ อื่น ๆ ไม่เหมือนกันที่ก้าวของเขาเอง ไม่รบกวนการพูด " Uh ดังนั้น..." Karamatsu เริ่มต้น scrambling เพื่อค้นหาสิ่งที่จะพูดที่จะไม่รับประกันหมัด "วิธีของการ บริการ อาหาร..."นิพจน์ของ Ichimatsu ไม่เปลี่ยนแปลง "ดี" เขากล่าวว่า โทนสี monotone เขายังคงฟอนที่ชามของเขา บางครั้งหยุดจะจิบกาแฟ บางสิ่งบางอย่างเกี่ยวกับสารให้ความหวานเทียมและวิธีการที่ Karamatsu รู้ว่าชอบกาแฟของเขา pisses เขาปิดKaramatsu กระโดดเมื่อ Ichimatsu slams ถ้วยของเขาว่างเปล่าลงในตาราง mumbling "ขอบคุณ" เขาเดินออกไปนอกห้อง ด้วยอาหารของเขา เขา sighs เมื่อภาพนิ่งประตูปิดหลังอื่น ๆ ดูเป็นแผ่นแมว ESP ออกอย่าง kotatsu, meowing มูม Karamatsu ไม้มือใต้ขาของหน้า กดค้างไว้ในอากาศ และจ้องมองคว้างในสายตาของบิ๊ก มันจะดีถ้ายานั้นไม่เคยสวมปิด เขาคิดเป็นแมว squirms จากลเกือบ scampering ออกในทิศทางของ IchimatsuHe reaches for the TV remote and clicks it on, a game show host's bright smile flashing across the screen. He munches on his breakfast as contestants overexcitedly answer questions, usually with wrong albeit entertaining responses. He looks up when Ichimatsu trudges back in free of dishes, but opts to let the TV do the talking for him. The other plops back down by the kotatsu, rolling onto his stomach and burrowing his torso down under the thick quilt. They watch whatever's on in comfortable silence for a while, only disturbed by Karamatsu depositing his own dishes in the sink. Ichimatsu glances over at his brother when a commercial hits, getting his attention with a low "Hey."The other pauses his task at hand (filing his nails and clipping hangnails) to meet Ichimatsu's bored eyes. "Where're the others?" He asks, propping his chin in his palm as Karamatsu taps at his cheek. He holds up fingers as he lists off: "Totty's at work, Jyuushimatsu's playing baseball, and Osomatsu-niisan dragged Choromatsu with him to go see the lights." Ichimatsu scoffs at the last part, then jabs a finger at Karamatsu. "Why're you here, then?""Because!" Karamatsu exclaims, striking a pose. "I would never leave my little brother home alone!"Actually, it would've been kinda nice to be home alone... Ichimatsu thinks, but nonetheless he turns away before his cheeks start to burn. "Ah, right." Karamatsu says, plucking a slip of paper off the table. "Choromatsu left a grocery list, but you can stay home if you want.""I'll come." Ichimatsu answers automatically, and Karamatsu looks up in surprise. He's glad he's facing the TV; the other can't see his face when he follows up with a lame "We're out of cat food."That seems to sate the other, and Ichimatsu shifts his full attention back to the TV. It's progressed to commercial now, with a loud-mouthed couple exclaiming how tonkatsu saved their marriage, and it can save yours too. "It's really coming down out there, huh..." "Meow." A solid hour passes before Karamatsu stands up and stretches his arms above his head, audibly cracking his back and shoulders. Ichimatsu's since dozed off, ESP kitty's tail sticking out from under the kotatsu beside him. It's rare to see his brother like this, with an unfurrowed brow and eyes closed peacefully, even if there is drool leaking out of his mouth and onto the floor. Karamatsu indugles himself for a moment, just watching fondly as Ichimatsu curls closer to the cat.Eventually he pads upstairs, pulling his sweater on over the thick undershirt he has on and a pair of clean pants. He tucks his phone into his pocket and, before he goes back down, grabs his signature leather jacket off the hook. Even if Todomatsu tells him it's ugly, it is warm. He zips it up before ambling downstairs again, Ichimatsu's knit scarf in hand. When he reaches the living room he sees the other's awake, one eye half open and darting away from the doorway once Karamatsu enters again. The latter smiles inwardly; even Ichimatsu can be cute sometimes, huh. He walks over and holds out a hand to help his brother up, asking, "Still wanna come?"Ichimatsu blatantly ignores Karamatsu's outstretched hand, reluctantly detaching himself from the cat and sliding out from under the kotatsu as he stands. Karamatsu feels a pang of disappointment at the total disregard of his chivalrous gesture, but he shrugs it off and tosses the other his scarf. Snow sprinkles onto the ground outside as Karamatsu pulls his own scarf off the hook, wrapping it snugly around his neck. It did clash a little with his suave image, but sacrifices must be made for warmth in winter, he supposes. "Don't forget your coat." He calls, checking his pockets to make sure he has Choromatsu's list. Ichimatsu trudges down the hallway after him, and Karamatsu swears he can see little flowers around his face with his knit scarf tumbling down his shoulders, thick and comfy.
Ichimatsu tugs his coat off the hook as Karamatsu pulls out the hat and gloves that accompany his scarf. The younger of the two sticks his sweatered arms into the sleeves while Karamatsu places the cap on his unsuspecting head carefully, grinning triumphantly but still flinching when Ichimatsu glares over his shoulder at him. He grabs his gloves from his brother's hands, pulling them on himself and stepping into his shoes. Karamatsu follows suit, scrambling outside to hold the door open for the other. Ichimatsu pushes him out of the way, opening his mouth to say something before suddenly clamping it shut and walking mechanically towards the sidewalk. Karamatsu rubs the arm he'd gotten hit on and pouts, but he catches up anyway.
They walk in frosty silence for a while, both figuratively and literally. Snow crunches beneath Ichimatsu's boots (dull, clunky ones Jyushimatsu'd insisted he'd need for winter) and Karamatsu's wedges as the latter attempts to strike up conversation every few minutes, his topics being shot down by the other every time with one word replies. He sighs inwardly; how was he supposed to bond with his brother like this?
Snowflakes land softly on Ichimatsu's hat, lodging themselves in the fibers. Karamatsu thinks of his own naked head mournfully-- the snow would probably melt and mess up his hair (if it somehow managed to get past the pint of gel in it). He jams his hands deeper in his pockets, balling them into fists to try and retain some warmth in his palms. Maybe he should've worn a coat after all. Though, he wonders, perhaps this was a sacrifice for fashion. Yes, that sounded right. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Karamatsu pats his hair down triumphantly. He was truly a master of language.
The grocery store comes into view eventually, and Karamatsu estimate that the snow will soon have them trapped inside if they don't hurry. He shivers and pulls his jacket tighter around himself. "Hey, do you want--" He starts when he sees the vending machine, but when he turns around Ichimatsu isn't there. He blinks, confused, until he gets a glimpse of the other slipping into a nearby alley. Karamatsu follows him curiously, opening his mouth to ask what he's doing, but stops when he hears the pitiful mewl of a stray cat. Ichimatsu attempts to coax it out from inside a cardboard box, mumb
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