[...Well, things were quite different, in the past.]
[Matoba knows this. Children were not considered as being relinquished by the gods until they were well past toddler-hood; that Rokurou was only number 6 and he and his 5 brothers made it to any sort of adulthood at all was a wonder. Perhaps there were others, daughters or sons that didn't even make it to being numbered.]
[Quite a far cry from the modern comforts of being one of two siblings, and moreso than that, the spare that succeeded. For the Matoba, surviving to adulthood was especially worth celebrating; he can't understand that way of thinking from Rokurou. To survive this long ought to be a miracle, for someone like him. It explains more and more and more about his outlook- of his clan's survival, of his own. An utter lack of instinct to it, just a tool and nothing more.]
[Mouth settled into a frown, Matoba's hands fidget over his penis cakes as he closes the box back up. A shame, all these cream cakes won't fit in a refrigerator, anyway... Hopefully, they're not a fresh cream.] If it's so rare for you to survive this long, then that is more reason to congratulate than not, hm?
...When was it? [He knows quite well when Rokurou's birthday was.]
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[...Well, things were quite different, in the past.]
[Matoba knows this. Children were not considered as being relinquished by the gods until they were well past toddler-hood; that Rokurou was only number 6 and he and his 5 brothers made it to any sort of adulthood at all was a wonder. Perhaps there were others, daughters or sons that didn't even make it to being numbered.]
[Quite a far cry from the modern comforts of being one of two siblings, and moreso than that, the spare that succeeded. For the Matoba, surviving to adulthood was especially worth celebrating; he can't understand that way of thinking from Rokurou. To survive this long ought to be a miracle, for someone like him. It explains more and more and more about his outlook- of his clan's survival, of his own. An utter lack of instinct to it, just a tool and nothing more.]
[Mouth settled into a frown, Matoba's hands fidget over his penis cakes as he closes the box back up. A shame, all these cream cakes won't fit in a refrigerator, anyway... Hopefully, they're not a fresh cream.] If it's so rare for you to survive this long, then that is more reason to congratulate than not, hm?
...When was it? [He knows quite well when Rokurou's birthday was.]