[his lip curls, immediately, at that drawling tone, that lingering pseudo-threat, that condescending presumption]
[the message ruffles him more than it should; but then, that was likely Takasugi's intention, wasn't it]
[he lets the voicemail sit in his phone for hours, (pretending that he's) giving no thought to it, but as the sun sets in a brittle sky, he finds his hand straying, the message repeated before he realises he's let his fingers slide over the face of the touchscreen]
Re: voicemail.
[the message ruffles him more than it should; but then, that was likely Takasugi's intention, wasn't it]
[he lets the voicemail sit in his phone for hours, (pretending that he's) giving no thought to it, but as the sun sets in a brittle sky, he finds his hand straying, the message repeated before he realises he's let his fingers slide over the face of the touchscreen]
[it takes him another hour to come to a decision]