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[ichimyatsu]

[You'd be surprised by how hard it is to set up a phone for a video post while sitting on a rebellious pre-teen who is a ten year old version of one of your five brothers-- but he won't tell you which. That, by the by, happens to be precisely what Ichimatsu Matsuno is doing at this particular moment, the feed kicking on to him frowning irritably at the screen with his hands clearly on either side of the device while he tries to make it stand upright.]

[When he sits back the scene gets a little stranger, because he is, in fact, sitting on a tiny version of what looks like himself if he ever brushed his hair and slept. He actually hisses at the boy beneath him and sits on him to prevent some of his wild flailing, and then glares back at the video feed.]

Can somebody tell me which Matsuno this little shit is? He's one of my brothers but inexplicably tiny and he won't tell me who he is.

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[glitterkid]

What if somebody else kidnapped me? Would it matter then? Hey, hey.. is it also my fault too that you threw stuff at me when I was tied to the stake?

I don't understand why nobody likes me anymore.
_{[ When he grows back up, he's going to hate he said all of this stuff. ]}

[ichimyatsu]

[A huffed sigh, and he shifts so he's not sitting on him anymore, scruffing him gently like a cat and hoisting him up to sit.]

Nobody else did. [He gently boffs him on the side of the head.] Stop thinking like that, you're too young for an existential crisis.

[glitterkid]

_{[ And here is where he reveals the secret in case Ichimatsu hadn't caught on just yet: ]}

I'm little, but I was big when I got here, I think..! So I have a lot of feelings that I have when I'm your age!
_{[ so yes, let him have his crisis. ]}

I also.. remember the space ship. Do you remember the space ship? It feels like a dream, but it was real, wasn't it?
_{[ oh dear god. NO. NOOOOO. ]}

[ichimyatsu]

[He wheezes in something that may be relief, which is pretty quickly choked off. He starts to sag forward only to sit straight up again, and both his hands cover Karamatsu's mouth.]

Don't. I don't want to hear it.

[glitterkid]

_{[ Karamatsu makes a muffled noise, then lifts his little hands to wrap his fingers around Ichimatsu's wrist, pulling it away just enough to speak: ]}

...Not even the part about the heart in the box...?

[ichimyatsu]

[He shoves his hand back down and then gets up all together, stalking away from him.]

Especially that part! And least of all from you, Vomit Princess.