He let out another moan in discomfort before speaking, "Heavy.... n'sore... n'my face hurts from cryin'..."

But then there's a little sigh and he nuzzled against Ryuutaro some more his smile coming back to him, "But warm..."

And just then Shamal mossied on in, coffee in hand, since he had it made very clear to him how welcome he was here, he didn't think he would be getting a free lunch late breakfast out of Nobuhiro.

"And hey, lookit that, the lovebirds are up. How you feelin' sleepin' beauty?"

Gokudera's face, while still swollen and puffy from the previous day, managed to contort into a nice Shamal-worthy scowl.

"Go eat a dick." Then he paused, looking around, "Where the hell are we? This ain't you're place."

"I'll take that as 'I'm doin' great Shamal! Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to fix the big gaping hole I got in my side yesterday'! And I will respond with 'You're welcome Hayato. You just so happen to be at you're boyfriend's old man's joint and damn he's sure got a stick up his ass about us!"And of course he had to try and go an octave higher to try and mimic Hayato's voice.

"I hope you choke on your drink." While his tone was irritated, it remained just that. For all the bark he had at Shamal, there was very little bite. He had looked up to the old man for a very long time... despite obvious clashes in personality.

"You and many, many others." Going to just sip his coffee now.