Even though he had read this manga several times, he was still bored enough to read it again, this time also scanning the background characters, making mental notes to see if any were shown multiple times. He heard his brother enter the room, and began to greet him, before he noticed a repeated character, completely distracting him as he checked to make sure. It was!
When he looked up again, he saw his brother changing into his casual clothes. Which was strange. As much as he seemed not to pay attention to his brothers, specifically this one, he really did. His brothers all matched every day, it was automatic after years of doing so. Today, Osomatsu was wearing his hoodie, Choromatsu himself wore his plaid shirt, same with Jyushimatsu. Ichimatsu wore his DAT shirt, and Totty wore his white shirt with the pink tie.
Since Choromatsu was first up and dressed, as usual, the rest simply followed his lead in that aspect, and completed the unspoken established outfit set. Osomatsu only wore his hoodie because he didn't have a corresponding outfit for this particular set. But for Karamatsu, of any of them, to take off his… ugh… "Perfect Fashion" when he...somewhat I guess, matched the rest, in favour of his typical hoodie? That was just weird. Wouldn't he want to impress his.. Blehhhh.. Karamatsu Boys and Girls? And what was up with that silence? Was he slouching? What the hell?!
He was so lost in his own thoughts, by the time he actually thought to voice his internal inquiries, Karamatsu had already left. But wait, he didn't even announce his departure! He didn't even give a small 'goodbye' or anything! What the hell was happening today?!
He simply sat there, staring at his manga blankly, thinking. He couldn't riddle this out. He hadn't seen his immediate older brother act this way in years. And even then it-
"Kara-!" Osomatsu shot up with a gasp, looking around the room frantically, effectively ramming Choromatsu's train of thought completely off the tracks, narrowly missing the family of kitsune meandering alongside the metaphorical rails. Ah, hit the possum though. Damn shitty eldest. Who was attempting to look casual while obviously rushing out of the house. Following behind shortly after, Ichimatsu somehow managed to come somewhat closer in his attempt at "casually" slipping out of the house. But Choromatsu, and likely the rest, still knew why he left.
Ichimatsu had been the one to see Karamtsu's face while he changed clothes, and what he saw had him worried enough to go looking for him. Choromatsu debated heading out himself, but if Karamatsu returned home, he wanted to be there. Wait, no! WHEN! Not if, when, why did he just think that?
Before he knew it, it was evening. The first, second, and fourth sons had yet to return. He was about to put on his shoes, planning to sit out on the porch to wait, before his actions and thoughts were interrupted by a small, nearly unheard whimper, but Choromatsu heard it, and made his way into the TV room quicker than he ever had. He crossed the door, panicking, and came across the youngest, clutching his phone, unrestrained cries spilling from him, as he curled into a ball.
Choromatsu approached slowly.
"Totty…?"
He didn't seem to hear.
"What is it?"
"...Karamatsu-niisan…"
