[He's pissed off that Chuuya is cleaning up the kitchen. That's his mess in there. His breakfast got knocked to the floor in his haste, he remembers that now. This morning is a complete waste. He can still smell the scent of coffee on himself. He's sure his skin is red beneath his clothes, too, but it's not that big of a deal.
'It's too wet to say you pissed all over it,' is how he wants to snap back. But he's done. He's tired. He knows he could be angry at Chuuya for weeks (and probably will be), but thinking about how Atsushi will react...once he's gathered up the curtain under his arm, he sniffles and wipes a tear that's stinging his eye.]
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'It's too wet to say you pissed all over it,' is how he wants to snap back. But he's done. He's tired. He knows he could be angry at Chuuya for weeks (and probably will be), but thinking about how Atsushi will react...once he's gathered up the curtain under his arm, he sniffles and wipes a tear that's stinging his eye.]
It's not ruined.