( he's not really in the mood for this — any of this. if he thought things were suspect before, he definitely does now. where are his clothes? where are the stupid robots from before? where is — literally — anyone that knows what's going on? because he doesn't know the answer to any of these, he can feel his temper flaring, even more so when he's run into and nearly loses his balance. he's all set to get angry and shove them off when—

ah.

once taichi's brain catches up to what's going on and that the person clinging to him is the one person he wants to see most, his reaction is automatic. both of his arms wrap around naoto immediately, the towel is forgotten (though, it does its best to hold on... at least in the front because there isn't even any room for jesus between them right now). taichi's skin feels sticky from the humidity of the bath and the warm air, but that doesn't stop him from immediately slipping his hand beneath naoto's shirt so he can press his palm flat against his back. )

When did you get here? ( he asks only because he thinks they both showed up at the same time l-lol ) I looked for you on the beach and asked around, but... ( he sighs, shrugs, holds on just a little tighter ) I guess I should've waited longer. Sorry.