Sorry. [He does feel a little bad that this was technically all his fault. Haru seems a little put out by it all and that makes Doutanuki feel bad. He hadn't realized that was what Kashuu had been doing when he'd suddenly started texting, but he really should have. He follows Haru into the kitchen, chewing on his bottom lip.] For what it's worth, it doesn't look bad.
[He takes the ice cream when offered and lets Haru pull him closer, but turns his head to the side so the saniwa can't fuss over the mark. Even if it hurts, the pain is fading already and it isn't like a bruise will do anything to him. If he'd bruised Mikazuki's face or (god forbid) Kashuu's face, then it'd be a big deal, but his? There's already so many scars, it hardly looks out of place.]
S'fine. No one's going to notice it anyway.
[He sticks the ice cream into his mouth and abruptly stops everything to look at it. THAT is not the taste he expected??? It's really good??? Holy crap, modern world, why have you hidden this from him??]
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[He takes the ice cream when offered and lets Haru pull him closer, but turns his head to the side so the saniwa can't fuss over the mark. Even if it hurts, the pain is fading already and it isn't like a bruise will do anything to him. If he'd bruised Mikazuki's face or (god forbid) Kashuu's face, then it'd be a big deal, but his? There's already so many scars, it hardly looks out of place.]
S'fine. No one's going to notice it anyway.
[He sticks the ice cream into his mouth and abruptly stops everything to look at it. THAT is not the taste he expected??? It's really good??? Holy crap, modern world, why have you hidden this from him??]