[He levels a deadpan with Karamatsu's curled distress, sighing and leaning back against the bedframe behind him.]
God, I need a fucking cigarette. [He stares at the ceiling for a long time, pressing his foot into Karamatsu and rocking between the bedframe and his brother's shin in some kind of unconscious anxious movement. He recognizes fully well that Karamatsu's stressed out, and legitimately so for once, and that he's not just being a damn drama queen about this. He's upset, he's honestly upset, and Ichimatsu has never learned how to handle this kind of thing. Least of all from Fakey McPretendpants, who seems the only one of them more dedicated to his lifestyle of pretending he was okay when he wasn't than himself.]
If you already know I don't, why are you so fixated on it? Crybaby.
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Date: 2017-08-09 02:40 am (UTC)God, I need a fucking cigarette. [He stares at the ceiling for a long time, pressing his foot into Karamatsu and rocking between the bedframe and his brother's shin in some kind of unconscious anxious movement. He recognizes fully well that Karamatsu's stressed out, and legitimately so for once, and that he's not just being a damn drama queen about this. He's upset, he's honestly upset, and Ichimatsu has never learned how to handle this kind of thing. Least of all from Fakey McPretendpants, who seems the only one of them more dedicated to his lifestyle of pretending he was okay when he wasn't than himself.]
If you already know I don't, why are you so fixated on it? Crybaby.