"Nope, I figure I could do it with the sword, baseball would be hard. Gives them more room to strike me out." Because the other team could just touch the tip of his tail with the ball and then he'd be out and no way does he want that, he worked too hard to be a regular on the team. And while now his focus is the sword, he plans to go back to baseball as well. He can't give it up entirely.


He rolls his shoulders, flopping back as Jiro follows suit and flops across his stomach, both contentedly watching the smoke rise up from Gokudera's cigarette. Forgive the part of him that hopes they don't have any more of those here, they are bad for Gokudera.