[He doesn't want this problem to get any further than it already has, and he's really hoping that this will be the end of it. Involving Tokoyami felt wrong and kind of underhanded. Still, he wants to finish it himself without having to go to any kind of authority, so this small act of deception would have to suffice.]
I'll let one or two others know the situation just so that they don't worry overly much. I know that he's been spotted trying to get my attention and others are starting to worry. I greatly appreciate your assistance. It only needs to be an active facade until I know that he's moved on. If there is anything that I can do to thank you, please let me know.
It should be easy enough to find us. Someone was kind enough to drag his unconscious body to the alley beside the tavern. He's made a fine cushion while I've been pulling glass shards out of my arm.
[ gojo makes the call on the way to the torii gates, thanking the host before flipping the phone closed andctucking it into Nao jacket pocket.
He shoves his hands into the pockets of his slim cut black trousers, cinched in at the waist with a black belt. His sky blue button down is undone at the collar, the dip of his collar bone and then some peeking out. Satoru picked his best leather bomber jacket for the occasion - its one that makes his waist looks particularly tiny and he’s seen getou looking before.
His chest is tight as he waits, willing himself not to check his phone or his watch for the third time, foot tapping on the stones. ]
[ he's early, at least; trust Getou to give that social kindness even to the one man who wouldn't extend it to others. the kimono's dark, a simple pinstripe, cinched shut in gold. the time of year at least allows him to accessorize with an equally dark haori, patterned humbly with a simple blossom towards the tails, something that had been too warm for Tanabata. it's modest, but he wears it well. his hair's down; he's never needed to ask if that's what Gojou would prefer. ]
[ easy to spot each other in a crowd, with or without their cursed energy suppressed. Getou pauses for a beat as their eyes meet, swallows, and resumes until he's right in front of him — ]
[ hooking his fingers on empty beltloops and pulling their hips together. it's not quite a kiss, but he leans ever so slightly up to bite Gojou's bottom lip, raking his teeth across it playfully. ]
Hi. [ PDA, from him? he said he'd be on his worst behavior. ]
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