[It's terrible, really. It so shocking to see Ichimatsu in such a decrepit state that Karamatsu can feel his entire body go cold at the sight, and he probably would have stumbled if he hadn't gotten down to one knee already. The cat that had been curled up by Ichimatsu's side had startled at the sudden movement, hissing and backing quickly towards the far edge of the dumpster before leaping up onto it to glower at Karamatsu from above.
Karamatsu doesn't realize until blood begins to roar in his ears along with the heavy pounding of his heart that his breathing had gotten a bit quick with alarm, because...Ichimatsu looks...
...he looks like Osomatsu.
Osomatsu's more well cared for in certain areas- he's relatively clean, he has nice clothes- but they both carry that same haggard appearance, and for a moment Karamatsu wavers between holding his ground and clamping a hand over his mouth to stave off the horrific wave of nausea that just hit him at the comparison.
He can't bring another dying brother home. He can't do that to his mother. The rest of them. He can't do it.
All of this processes in a fraction of a second that feels like a century to the second eldest, his eyes boring into Ichimatsu even though it looks very much like he's staring right through him. He wants to approach, but he can't move. It feels like he's been cemented to the asphalt, his body pumped full of lead and turned to jello all at the same time.
Eventually, one arm wraps tightly around his own stomach while the other reaches towards his brother, his fingertips trembling. He tries to smile, but it doesn't happen. It's a grimace overshadowed by the panic and anxiety dancing in his eyes, making Karamatsu into something Ichimatsu probably has never seen, either.]
B-brother...I...
[Immediately his throat closes and he can't continue. He just reaches for him, because that's all he can do.]
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Date: 2016-08-12 04:15 am (UTC)Karamatsu doesn't realize until blood begins to roar in his ears along with the heavy pounding of his heart that his breathing had gotten a bit quick with alarm, because...Ichimatsu looks...
...he looks like Osomatsu.
Osomatsu's more well cared for in certain areas- he's relatively clean, he has nice clothes- but they both carry that same haggard appearance, and for a moment Karamatsu wavers between holding his ground and clamping a hand over his mouth to stave off the horrific wave of nausea that just hit him at the comparison.
He can't bring another dying brother home. He can't do that to his mother. The rest of them. He can't do it.
All of this processes in a fraction of a second that feels like a century to the second eldest, his eyes boring into Ichimatsu even though it looks very much like he's staring right through him. He wants to approach, but he can't move. It feels like he's been cemented to the asphalt, his body pumped full of lead and turned to jello all at the same time.
Eventually, one arm wraps tightly around his own stomach while the other reaches towards his brother, his fingertips trembling. He tries to smile, but it doesn't happen. It's a grimace overshadowed by the panic and anxiety dancing in his eyes, making Karamatsu into something Ichimatsu probably has never seen, either.]
B-brother...I...
[Immediately his throat closes and he can't continue. He just reaches for him, because that's all he can do.]