As Gotou unlocked the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of a mad scramble coming from inside the apartment. He rolled his eyes and didn't rush heeling off his work shoes in the genkan and setting them beside Masayoshi's sneakers; there weren't exactly a lot of places for Masayoshi(more) to hide anything in the studio apartment.
A shadow crossed his vision and he looked up to see Masayoshi in the door that separated the tiny kitchen area from the rest of the apartment. "Welcome home, Gotou-san," Masayoshi chirped cheerfully, and there was a smudge of blueish paint on his cheek.
Gotou narrowed his eyes at Masayoshi. "What is it?" he asked, and Masayoshi was the picture of innocence for all of fifteen seconds. "What are you up to, Masayoshi?"
"Nothing! I thought we'd go out for dinner." Masayoshi wasn't about to let him in the main room of the apartment.
"I'm still in my uniform," Gotou said, and pointed at Masayoshi's cheek. "And you have paint on your cheek."
Masayoshi scrubbed his palm over his cheekbone in horror - the wrong one, Gotou noted with amusement, and then he deflated slightly. "I wanted to get it done before you got home," he muttered, shuffling out of the way to show his handiwork.
The table was covered in newspapers, and there was a freshly-painted figurine propped on a paint-splattered stand.
"They're making Samurai Policeman figures now?" Gotou said, and wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"It wasn't RIGHT," Masayoshi said, jabbing at the box on the floor. "The colors were all wrong, it's not like it's complicated! I was fixing it."
Gotou sighed and put his hand on the back of Masayoshi's head, knocking their foreheads together gently. "You're an idiot," he said fondly, and smiled. "Thanks for fixing it."(less)