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[hamstcrmatsu-m-blog]

She gently pats Tottie's head.

                              It wasn’t like he was paying attention to whoever had stepped into the living room -- WITH HIS FACE BURIED IN HIS CROSSED ARMS he probably had only heard the door opening and the soft steps of someone walking into the sea of tissues and medicines that was that room,  ( PROBABLY THEIR MOTHER ),  his tired mind assumed, not even bothering to move, or even giving the sligtless peek just to make sure it wasn’t somoene that should NOT be in their home -- a thief or something similar  (that would be TERRYFING, but if  d e a t h  could save him from his flu --, silly thoughts, silly thoughts).

Uwah, Todomatsu wasn’t expecting such sudden PHYSICAL CONTACT though, burying his face against his arms a little bit more as he made a soft noise of COMPLAIN.  Yes, he was awake, NO NEED TO DISTURB HIM in order to make sure of it -- still, at a slow pace, the sextuplet rose his head, droopy eyes finding themelves in front of a familiar brunette -- oh, was Homura paying Jyushimatsu a visit, maybe ??  It wasnt’ a good idea to be there, SHE COULD CATCH THE FLU TOO.

                              Before his voice pronounced anything, his tired eyes slowly SQUIN-                              TED towards the clock -- when you are sick, YOU LOSE TRACK OF                              TIME, and he honestly had no idea about if another day had just pas-                              sed on him or if it had been just an hour.

                              Once he was sure about what time it was, he rubbed his eyes.

                              ❝ Good afternoooooon, Homura~ ... ❞

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