[He wanders into the bathroom and pauses, almost awkward about taking off his clothes. They've been naked around each other countless times in their lives, and he's never been a creature with shame, but... He's so skinny, right now. He's unhealthy, and frankly he's not sure he wants to look at himself or know how easy it is to count his ribs. He doesn't figure Karamatsu does, either. But it would probably be stranger to shoo him out, at this point, so he just slowly peels himself out of his gross clothing and curls inward in some kind of attempt at modesty.]
[And it's... probably worse than Karamatsu realized. He's sickly thin, bruised and scraped in odd places. There are a number of worrying, thin scars in mostly innocuous places on his arms, too methodical in their placement to be cat scratches. His skin hangs off him in places it shouldn't, stretched from being rounded in health. His frame, at least, is still reasonably solid, carrying the same bone structure as the rest of them, but the musculature supporting his skeleton has worn away to make him look smaller still. He stands at an angle, rubbing at one of his arms, and glances over at Karamatsu, frowning.]
...I'm probably gonna scare everybody, looking like this.
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[And it's... probably worse than Karamatsu realized. He's sickly thin, bruised and scraped in odd places. There are a number of worrying, thin scars in mostly innocuous places on his arms, too methodical in their placement to be cat scratches. His skin hangs off him in places it shouldn't, stretched from being rounded in health. His frame, at least, is still reasonably solid, carrying the same bone structure as the rest of them, but the musculature supporting his skeleton has worn away to make him look smaller still. He stands at an angle, rubbing at one of his arms, and glances over at Karamatsu, frowning.]
...I'm probably gonna scare everybody, looking like this.