[when leaning in for a kiss has him lifted like a sack of flour, Rin does in fact feel like this is unfair treatment. naturally, he's opening his mouth to exclaim it so, but -- Makoto's quiet hushing (and the hand palming his ass firmly) has sharp jaws snapping shut in something like stunned bewilderment. it also stops him from squirming out of Makoto's arms using a few indelicate maneuvers that would no doubt draw some attention to the fact that he's being carried into the house like a big prize from a summer festival]

[sleepy, bullshit!!]

[all he can do is return a low hiss, hands fisting at Makoto's shirt]

If Momo sees me like this, I'm gonna pick you up and toss you out your own bedroom window. [what a cool and threatening thing to say, if it weren't followed by a higher pitched, very scandalised] -- Oi, that's not my hair you're petting, perv!