He frowned, shaking his head. “Oh, that’s no good. I’m sorry.” His smile gradually starts coming back. “You’re all so tough for doing what you gotta do, you guys!” He leans toward the microphone and whispers (as much as he can whisper) “Don’t get in trouble for watching me at work, or, um. Don’t get caught at least!” He lets out a sneaky little chuckle before backing away from the mic.

“What you need to do is think that every task you do is one step toward getting to relax at the end of the day! Just think about the things you love and use them to motivate you! If you need an extra boost, know that I’m cheering you on, ‘k? I believe that you can do it, and I think you’re super cool for doing it at all!” He holds up a bottle of the yuzu Canta he has by him. “If you can stand the bubbles, this’ll give you a little tiny sugar boost! And, if you keep a bottle next to you today, it’ll be like I’m there with you! I can’t send a tiny me to everyone, but this is being sold in a lotta places, so!” He holds up his hands in front of his chest. “You’re doing super well! You’re really tough, and we’re all rooting for you! Good hustle!”

He pauses after reading that, tilting his head to one side in confusion. “You mean to, like… see my hands or something? If I make them rip off, Todoko will kill me for sure, like for sure-for sure, but I can, um. I can make them go down!” He holds his arms up, tugging the sleeves back to halfway down his forearms. His hands are much like his brothers, but with more uneven nails and calluses across his palms. “Boop! I still have hands, see.” He puts them next to each other, and wiggles his fingers in a wave from one side to the other. “Wooooo.”

((I only have three asks for jyuushi, guys! Bring it on! 💛💛💛💛💛))

He actually claps a little bit, muffled little pats barely picked up by the mic. “You’re great with nicknames! All of those make me super duper happy! I love all of them and they all make me feel warm and fuzzy and really cared for. I’d be super happy to hear any of them anytime!”

He bashfully waves one sleeve at the camera while he covers his eyes with the other. “D’awwwww. You’re the super nice one! Ok, checklist! Smile!” He smiles wide. “Check! Voice! My voice,” he quickly does unnervingly good impressions of his brother’s voices as he lists them off, “not Osomatsu, Karamatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, or Totty.” Back to normal, “Just Jyuushimatsu. Check! Personality?” He nods so vigorously his headphones fly off. He runs off to get them and returns with a thumbs up. “Muscles! I can’t flex because I can’t rip this shirt, but. Trust me, they’re there. Check! Aaaand ‘that thing you got behind ya, winkyface.’” He turns around, and swings his arms out wide towards the backdrop. “Drapes! Check, check, check!” Jyuushimatsu does a few quick spins in his spinny chair before stopping with a laugh. “Keep it juicy, ok? You’re the best too! I love you guys!”

“Of course! I’m just gonna wing it, ok? You guys dance too!” He pulls some music and just kinda. Goes for it with all he’s got. ((Front right dude, hearty thanks to darling mod Daisy over at @askthesamefaces for finding this))

He kneels on his chair and turns it around. “You know it!” What with baseball before and dancing and some minor acrobatics now, it’s a rather nice tushy. He giggles like a complete and utter goober, giving it a few little wiggles before sitting back down. “That’s gonna be reposted everywhere by this time tomorrow, ahaha!”

He gasps with more drama than he should. “It’s been way too long! I’d love to! It’d be so cool to play a game with my fans! I’m a little worried to, though, because I’m strong, you know! But! I’ll try to be chill if I ever do! For now, though, I have to stay here and keep streaming where the good mics are.” He taps the pop filter and smiles.