[ ichiro hums a pleased noise into the phone, the idea sending a pleased thrill down his spine. he'd said with one of his...the idea's way, way too appealing. ]

Okay. Cool. [ kind of a lame response, but he's still a little giddy, warm sounding. he's not the type of person who has crushes that often, and even when he has been on dates--well, no one's ever really been like samatoki.

his voice stays warm, and, yeah, he is trying not to say that he wants to come over right now. ] It'll be soon, okay? I've gotta work for the next couple days, tonight's my last night off, but I'll come over as soon as I can get a break.