"There are SEVEN HUNDRED PEOPLE on this LIST, MASAYOSHI."
Masayoshi held the phone away from his ear. He didn't even have the speakerphone on and that got the attention of at least a half dozen staff. "Don't yell," he said, cross, when he tentatively returned the phone to(more) his ear.
"I'm not yelling," Gotou said, although his voice returned to a normal volume.
"Pretty sure everyone here knows how many people are on the invite list now," Masayoshi said, and Gotou groaned. He could imagine the way Gotou hung his head, one elbow on the table and the phone pressed to his ear. "I take it the guest list arrived."
"Ishihara-san said she'd finished compiling it," he said, moving to get some privacy. "We're supposed to go over it together later."
"Seven. Hundred. People. I don't know that many people. I know YOU don't know that many people."
"Family," Masayoshi said, starting a count on his fingers. "The Flamengers. All the heroes. Government officials. Diplomats-"
"No. Nuh-uh." Gotou said. "That's too much. I'm not doing it." Masayoshi's heart jumped into his throat, but Gotou kept going. "We'll elope. Let's just go to Hawaii and get hitched and forget this entire clusterfuck and sit on a beach for two weeks."
Masayoshi pressed his lips into a flat line, attempting to disguise the amusement in his voice. "Gotou-san, are you shy?"
"Masayoshi," Gotou said, "I'll be honest here. I love you. I'm not going to marry you in front of a media circus. I just can't."
"We'll pare it down."
"A beach," Gotou said. "We sign a piece of paperwork and fuck off. Come on I know it sounds tempting."
"I have to go," Masayoshi said. "We'll talk later, okay?" He paused and smiled. "I love you, Gotou-san."