Gotou shuffled in the genkan, removing his shoes and holding the piece of paper in one hand, face flushed to his ears. Masayoshi had leaned back from his spot sitting at the table, beaming, prepared to welcome Gotou home but he'd frozen at the expression on Gotou's face.
"Welcome home...?" Masayoshi said, as Gotou stormed into the main room and slapped the paper down on the table in front of him. Masayoshi looked at the paper for a moment, and then looked up at Gotou, clearly perplexed.
"It is," Gotou said, enunciating clearly, "a /noise/ complaint."
Masayoshi furrowed his brow and picked up the paper. "We aren't that noisy," he said. "I mean, Gotou-san likes to yell at me sometimes but that's about it-"
Gotou collapsed into a seated position opposite Masayoshi, one hand on his knee and head hung for a moment. "Look at the date," he managed, and Masayoshi squinted at it.
"Masayoshi, what did we /do/ on Saturady?"
Masayoshi concentrated, staring up at the ceiling as he rewound the week. "Was that the day you fucked me in the shower?" He paused. "Oh."
"Yeah, /oh./" Gotou buried his face in his hands. "We got a noise complaint because you wail like a fucking banshee, I KNEW that was a bad idea and yet-"
"It's only one noise complaint." Masayoshi folded the paper and put it back on the table, and Gotou lifted his face from his hands and stared at him.
"Mr. Never-Crosses-Outside-The-Crosswalk isn't concerned about a NOISE COMPLAINT?"
"It's not illegal to be noisy," Masayoshi said.
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation," Gotou announced. "No more sex in the apartment."
"Well, we can't go to a love hotel, Ishihara-san would have a coronary." Masayoshi took a sip of his tea. "I'll just be quieter."(less)