[So it was inevitable that he was gonna catch whatever death nanite plague Karamatsu had, because they all slept in the same futon and that was just how shit went for them, but Ichimatsu had never been very good at being sick. He slept a lot already, when he could, taking naps in weird places around the house like a cat, but in reality being sick just meant he actually slept. He never did sleep terribly well regularly, a light sleeper made hyper-aware of the fewer number of bodies in their futon and thus even more aware of any sound made from them or around the house. Spiking a fever at work on the 16th after feeling like absolute horse shit since the 14th and then puking for an hour in the bathroom for an hour left him leaving work early and staying at the house, but not a lot changed from there. He made and drank a lot of tea (always making at least a second cup for Karamatsu, sometimes a third for Osomatsu, because the faster they got well, the faster he could), he passed out cold in the kitchen three separate times, and started forgetting what it was like to be conscious an entire day by the time the 22nd rolled around.]
[It was three days before their birthday, he realized, wandering out to the couch where Karamatsu had swaddled himself in half the house's blankets with two mugs of tea and a fresh cloth mask for the older-- he had no fucking idea how to use them, and how to change them out every day so he didn't just continue to breathe in his own bacteria. He sat down on the couch beside him, figuring him asleep, and reached out to pull the old mask off him and replace it. Usually, he'd have assumed this action would wake his brother up, but Karamatsu didn't even shift. Old mask off and tossed aside, he put the new one on, and then tugged on his earlobe.]
Hey. Hey, I said.
[Tug. Tug, tug tug. He switches to the other earlobe, and then sits back on the couch to stare in alarm at him. People were saying the sickness tended to end in a comatose state--]
[He all but threw the mugs of tea on the coffee table and staggered toward the doorway.]
i actually meant to tag this when you first put up the log also now niisan can tag it too
[It was three days before their birthday, he realized, wandering out to the couch where Karamatsu had swaddled himself in half the house's blankets with two mugs of tea and a fresh cloth mask for the older-- he had no fucking idea how to use them, and how to change them out every day so he didn't just continue to breathe in his own bacteria. He sat down on the couch beside him, figuring him asleep, and reached out to pull the old mask off him and replace it. Usually, he'd have assumed this action would wake his brother up, but Karamatsu didn't even shift. Old mask off and tossed aside, he put the new one on, and then tugged on his earlobe.]
Hey. Hey, I said.
[Tug. Tug, tug tug. He switches to the other earlobe, and then sits back on the couch to stare in alarm at him. People were saying the sickness tended to end in a comatose state--]
[He all but threw the mugs of tea on the coffee table and staggered toward the doorway.]
Osomatsu--!!