[Jeez, this is awkward. Ichimatsu hasn't breathed a word about Christmas to his brother, but that doesn't mean he isn't thinking about it. What's he supposed to say, though? Merry Christmas, sorry about no Secret Santa this year, it's pointless as hell when four of our brothers are gone? Yeah, really gets you in the Christmas spirit. That's a no.]
[Not to mention the issue of presents. Back home, it was as simple as putting aside some allowance to buy some random porn mag every year. It was a failsafe. But what's he going to do here, spend a favor asking the Storyteller for a porn mag? That's a no also. Sure, he could just steal some chalk from the community rock and draw something, but... the idea of giving his brother some weird pin-up he made with his own hand, only knowing what's gonna be done with it... fuckin no.]
[But Karamatsu has already gone above and beyond, getting him Pachinko. Which may as well count for Christmas and their next five birthdays. Ichimatsu may be hot trash, but even he can't let something like this pass. Especially not now; taking shit for granted and all that. Character development is a pain in the ass.]
[Fine, whatever. He'll play to his few strengths.]
[He's kept the supplies carefully out of his brother's sight until now, but in the few days leading up to Christmas, Ichimatsu makes the preparations: he borrows a bit of rice from Ren, cuts one of his nori sheets into strips, makes sure they have enough fish to spare a fillet. The morning of the 25th is the earliest one might ever see Ichimatsu rise -- and he's very careful to make sure that no one does see him. An hour or two is all he needs to put everything together.]
[When Karamatsu finally wakes up, a bundle wrapped in waxy leaves will be resting near his head. Unwrapping it reveals two onigiri. They're a bit sloppy, and more rice than filling, but the kitty ears shaped into the rice speaks of at least a little effort.]
[As for Ichimatsu -- he remains stubbornly asleep, with Pachinko curled up in the v-neck of his hoodie. Any attempts to rouse him will be met with increasingly aggressive snoring.]
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[Not to mention the issue of presents. Back home, it was as simple as putting aside some allowance to buy some random porn mag every year. It was a failsafe. But what's he going to do here, spend a favor asking the Storyteller for a porn mag? That's a no also. Sure, he could just steal some chalk from the community rock and draw something, but... the idea of giving his brother some weird pin-up he made with his own hand, only knowing what's gonna be done with it... fuckin no.]
[But Karamatsu has already gone above and beyond, getting him Pachinko. Which may as well count for Christmas and their next five birthdays. Ichimatsu may be hot trash, but even he can't let something like this pass. Especially not now; taking shit for granted and all that. Character development is a pain in the ass.]
[Fine, whatever. He'll play to his few strengths.]
[He's kept the supplies carefully out of his brother's sight until now, but in the few days leading up to Christmas, Ichimatsu makes the preparations: he borrows a bit of rice from Ren, cuts one of his nori sheets into strips, makes sure they have enough fish to spare a fillet. The morning of the 25th is the earliest one might ever see Ichimatsu rise -- and he's very careful to make sure that no one does see him. An hour or two is all he needs to put everything together.]
[When Karamatsu finally wakes up, a bundle wrapped in waxy leaves will be resting near his head. Unwrapping it reveals two onigiri. They're a bit sloppy, and more rice than filling, but the kitty ears shaped into the rice speaks of at least a little effort.]
[As for Ichimatsu -- he remains stubbornly asleep, with Pachinko curled up in the v-neck of his hoodie. Any attempts to rouse him will be met with increasingly aggressive snoring.]
[Merry Christmas, you glitterdick.]
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SO NO ONE CAN SEE HIS TEARS.]