[Embarrassed, Ichimatsu clicks his tongue in a soft tsk and looks away, scratching the back of his head. She's really not gonna let this cat-ear thing go, is she? ... it kind of makes him regret that he doesn't know how to do it on command. It's not that he's ever tried to hide his cat instincts, but this is the first time they've been on demand.]
[Worse than that is the fact that he has to figure out a way to describe his most embarrassing brother without falling back on coarse language. Though honestly, if he's already decided not to get attached, shouldn't he be doing exactly that? Ugh, too complicated -- before his thoughts can drag the silence out too long, Ichimatsu reaches for his sweater, tugging a purple sleeve into the air.]
N...no. Like mine... [A faint red burns over his ears.] M-murasaki.
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[Worse than that is the fact that he has to figure out a way to describe his most embarrassing brother without falling back on coarse language. Though honestly, if he's already decided not to get attached, shouldn't he be doing exactly that? Ugh, too complicated -- before his thoughts can drag the silence out too long, Ichimatsu reaches for his sweater, tugging a purple sleeve into the air.]
N...no. Like mine... [A faint red burns over his ears.] M-murasaki.