[Karamatsu turns around finally in Ichimatsu's arms, no longer perched on his shoulder but instead resting his head against his forearm. His paws idly push at Ichimatsu's stomach, kneading.]
...why did they leave me there?
[It's quiet, more to himself than an actual question.]
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...why did they leave me there?
[It's quiet, more to himself than an actual question.]