Yamamoto does not think about it but this is probably the longest he and Gokudera have spent alone. He does not notice that, to him, he is just here with his friend. Both relying on the other for the comfort that comes from the shock of what each has been through on his own. A competitive spirit runs through all the Guardians, even Hibari but in the end with each other, they always fight together no matter what.
The ball player thinks he would, Tsuna would be happy to see his friends happy and surviving. Plus the more they know if or when Tsuna arrives the easier they can make his transition he is bound to appreciate that.
"I think I like most everybody." He teases Gokudera with a smile, that is in fact true. He can name a few people he could do without but that list is surprisingly small despite the multiple battles they have been in. "That sounds amazing!!" How cool would that be to be able to step inside a party or somewhere and instantly be dressed? Hopefully, you didn't end up naked if it glitched he thinks to himself.
"We don't have any..." He stops, bursting into a laugh of pure joy, this is great, Gokudera looks so happy and Yamamoto can't help but encourage him "With your hands?" He does not doubt but he teases as if he does. He can not miss those scars, any visible to his eyes are not missed. Some that may be older, some that don't seem so much. It hurts, somewhere deep inside of him to see but his strength does not falter. He does not flinch, he does stare with the anger he feels seeping into his form at the persons who left those marks. His smile does not falter and it does fade from his eyes. Those scars are the past, they will make it different now. He knows some come from their previous battles, it is not that he does not have his own. But nowhere near as many as Gokudera. The ones that worry him the most are the scratches that look recent, he will have to watch, maybe they are from Uri?
Then there is a ball of clothes in his hand, everything changes at that moment. His eyes glint, determined, his body immediately winds up into his pitcher stance and with all his power he launches the clothes to the beach. Luckily he does avoid everyone, it does zing past causing some wind resistance to a few aliens and he rubs the back of his head with a sheepish grin and called out an apology.
Then he turns, watching to see if Gokudera can actually catch a fish. He may have to join, it looks fun and he hasn't been swimming in a while.
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The ball player thinks he would, Tsuna would be happy to see his friends happy and surviving. Plus the more they know if or when Tsuna arrives the easier they can make his transition he is bound to appreciate that.
"I think I like most everybody." He teases Gokudera with a smile, that is in fact true. He can name a few people he could do without but that list is surprisingly small despite the multiple battles they have been in. "That sounds amazing!!" How cool would that be to be able to step inside a party or somewhere and instantly be dressed? Hopefully, you didn't end up naked if it glitched he thinks to himself.
"We don't have any..." He stops, bursting into a laugh of pure joy, this is great, Gokudera looks so happy and Yamamoto can't help but encourage him "With your hands?" He does not doubt but he teases as if he does. He can not miss those scars, any visible to his eyes are not missed. Some that may be older, some that don't seem so much. It hurts, somewhere deep inside of him to see but his strength does not falter. He does not flinch, he does stare with the anger he feels seeping into his form at the persons who left those marks. His smile does not falter and it does fade from his eyes. Those scars are the past, they will make it different now. He knows some come from their previous battles, it is not that he does not have his own. But nowhere near as many as Gokudera. The ones that worry him the most are the scratches that look recent, he will have to watch, maybe they are from Uri?
Then there is a ball of clothes in his hand, everything changes at that moment. His eyes glint, determined, his body immediately winds up into his pitcher stance and with all his power he launches the clothes to the beach. Luckily he does avoid everyone, it does zing past causing some wind resistance to a few aliens and he rubs the back of his head with a sheepish grin and called out an apology.
Then he turns, watching to see if Gokudera can actually catch a fish. He may have to join, it looks fun and he hasn't been swimming in a while.