Ichimatsu's eyes narrow. Is this guy lecturing him...? You're kidding. Worse, Ichimatsu does feel a little bit chastened. He decides not to think too hard about it -- it's not as if some random skeleton has the right to go around telling him how to think of his brother.

When he outright asks, though, Ichimatsu's patchy eyebrows tick upward. Okay, yeah... anyone would make the assumption he doesn't like Totty when he says things like that. As much of a pain in the ass Todomatsu is, he's still Ichimatsu's little brother, which makes him more tolerable than the older half of the sextuplets by default. He shouldn't give Sans the wrong idea.

"Ah... it's not that we don't get along. It's just... " He pauses, scratches at his jawline. "... he's more capable than the rest of us. More clever, too."

If Ichimatsu is upselling his brother from a sense of inflated pride or even distaste, he doesn't show it. His words are blunt and academic.

"You'd better watch yourself if you run into him. He acts clueless, but he isn't."