Nope. If there are any shenanigans, they'll have to make them more intense along with starting their own.
"Tch no you won't... You can't even keep your hands to yourself," He grumbles, gathering up his shirt and wringing it out, shaking it, then sliding it back on while going rigid. Cold! Ah, it's not pleasant, and he's going to be dramatic enough to act as though his very existence is now made worse because of this. His socks and shoes are by his hoodie, so there's that little saving grace. But still! He's uncomfortable and determined to be grouchy, and visibly upset for a good while.
"They also probably smell like baseball idiot," Okay he's not actually upset about it. Gokudera's just not going to wear Yamamoto's practice clothes, nope. He's just going to be grumpy and you have to live with the consequences. Lucky for the Japanese boy, his hair is short. The water won't stay in it as long as it will for Gokudera. He's tipping his head to the side and wringing it out as much as he can.
"I'll have to replace all the other stuff in my pockets..." At least he made money by playing piano, and when he pulls out his soaked pack of cigarettes, his brow creases enough to cast his eyes in shadow. UGHHHHHHHH.
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"Tch no you won't... You can't even keep your hands to yourself," He grumbles, gathering up his shirt and wringing it out, shaking it, then sliding it back on while going rigid. Cold! Ah, it's not pleasant, and he's going to be dramatic enough to act as though his very existence is now made worse because of this. His socks and shoes are by his hoodie, so there's that little saving grace. But still! He's uncomfortable and determined to be grouchy, and visibly upset for a good while.
"They also probably smell like baseball idiot," Okay he's not actually upset about it. Gokudera's just not going to wear Yamamoto's practice clothes, nope. He's just going to be grumpy and you have to live with the consequences. Lucky for the Japanese boy, his hair is short. The water won't stay in it as long as it will for Gokudera. He's tipping his head to the side and wringing it out as much as he can.
"I'll have to replace all the other stuff in my pockets..." At least he made money by playing piano, and when he pulls out his soaked pack of cigarettes, his brow creases enough to cast his eyes in shadow. UGHHHHHHHH.