[he's momentarily confused by the dead line, but the greeting a moment later has him smiling over his shoulder. he's in his suit as promised, tight legskins folded down around his waist, showing the dumb tan line he's constantly trying to lower or remove]
Hey, Makoto.
[he doesn't get up from the pool, legs kicking idly in the water, but a kind of energy enters his shoulders; it's exciting in a kind of embarrassing way, when Makoto calls him just to fool around. it's getting more and more frequent, and this time he's even -- said he wanted to do that other thing. it's really hot, how bold Makoto's getting, and it makes him want to be silly and young and brave]
Re: text > call
Hey, Makoto.
[he doesn't get up from the pool, legs kicking idly in the water, but a kind of energy enters his shoulders; it's exciting in a kind of embarrassing way, when Makoto calls him just to fool around. it's getting more and more frequent, and this time he's even -- said he wanted to do that other thing. it's really hot, how bold Makoto's getting, and it makes him want to be silly and young and brave]