[He finds it odd even himself that as soon as Karamatsu is within reach he's extending his hands to seek the older's, threading bony fingers through the second-born's and tugging him to stand in front of him and his mother. Jyushimatsu oozes is way into Ichimatsu's lap and his other hand becomes occupied with his arm around the neatly-folded fifth son as he settles perched half on the arm of his chair and half on Ichimatsu's thigh.]
Sit down, Karamatsu,
[His voice is small, quieter than normal and still raspy from crying, but he tugs gently on his brother's hand.]
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Sit down, Karamatsu,
[His voice is small, quieter than normal and still raspy from crying, but he tugs gently on his brother's hand.]