This is Tachibana Makoto. I'm sorry that I didn't make it to the phone in time. If you could leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Take care
I didn't say I was going to smoke one, just that I wanted one! [The worst part about being high strung and irritable right now is that kissing to calm him down won't work at all right now. Though, he catches himself and cringes, grabbing a pillow to hide his face against it.]
I snapped at you, why wouldn't I be sorry? [On the bright side (if there's a bright side), the shame at losing his temper with Makoto no matter how briefly or trivially kills a lot of the problems he was having below the waist.
He's still hiding his face against the pillow, so the words are kinda muffled.]
[Makoto took a deep breath and released it. He stood up, he had calmed down most of the way. The fall had at least shaken him up enough to help him settle down and now the change of topic.]
R-right. Good idea. [Gokudera took a deep breath and set the pillow aside, trying (and failing) to look grumpy at Makoto petting his hair. He was mostly calmed down as well by the time he stood, straightening out his clothes and running his hands through his hair a few times so he looked a little bit less like he'd just had some hot and heavy makeout session.]
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[He shifted uncomfortably.]
No cigarette, though. If I can calm down, so can you.
Maybe after Haru's done soaking, we can splash cold water on our faces.
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Sorry. I'm sorry.
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He's still hiding his face against the pillow, so the words are kinda muffled.]
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No it's okay. It's no big deal.
[He pat Gokudera's head more like a kitten now.]
Let's go downstairs.
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... Next time, we do that at my place.
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It'll be safer that way. Hahaha...