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«Who knows, maybe in another life we could have played golf together.» though they sounded like sweet words, to Gojo they sounded more sour than ever.
Another life, really? As if they had never done it in this one. Was Geto seriously going to forget all those good times swinging together? All those balls that ended up in the hole on the first shot just because of the cheering they did for each other?
What an asshole.
Gojo zoned out as he tried to work out how to counter it, yet remained silent for so long that he looked senile.
«See? He's is so old, he even has white hair! Sweety, do you remember where we are?»
Sweety. A word said sarcastically, but it meant a lot to him. He would never forget all those times when he called him so driven solely by affection.
"This... This is not a time to remember. This is a debate." Gojo thought before finally talking «Of course I know where we are. Rather, would you like to tell us about that scandal about you and a certain lady in your cult?»
Shit. It slipped out, he didn't seriously want to hear about other women from Geto again.
«W-What!?» Geto was completely red «I think I already said that Manami Suda and I never had that kind of relationship...! Then again... yeah, well...I'm not attracted to her...» he almost stammered from embarrassment.
How cute.
«What kind of question is this!?» oops, now Geetoe looks pissed off «You're just... Just like a Palestinian, except that even Palestinians dislike you because you would be a bad Palestinian!»
«Huh?»
«Oh yes, you heard me! And you know who else I'm going to talk about? About your son!» uttering such threats, a sinister smile expanded on Geto's face.
«Hey, keep Megumi out of this! Instead talk to us about how you were going to handle the skibid-the COVID.»
«And why don't we go back to talking about your shitty swings instead?»
«Hey, Suguru, you can't say such words on TV!»
«'Suguru'? What's with all this confidence all of a sudden?» a victorious grin plastered on the face of the opponent.
Gojo clenched his fists, sticking his nails into his palms.He mumbled something.
«Hmm? We can't hear you if you stutter, senile!» Geto chuckled once again.
«I said at least in golf I don't need four caddies of which three only bring food!» Gojo shouted.
Maybe he had gone too far?Geto paled «W-Who told you that!?»
«Let's say I have my sources, but at least this explains why so many ants are circling around you.»
«Well, actually that happens more because they mistake me for a Disney princess, but that's not relevant!»
«Really? Can we at least know what you are feeding on by besmirching the sacred ground of play?» Gojo set his brilliant blue eyes with Geto's deep purple ones.
"An almost nostalgic contact." Gojo found himself thinking before noticing a certain detail: tears were forming in his opponent's eyes.
Gojo paled but blushed at the same time as he admired the beauty of the person in front of him.
Tears of sadness? No. Of nervousness? No.
That was embarrassment, too much embarrassment.
«C-Come on...» Geto's voice was broken «...d-don't make me say such things.»
«You're exaggerating, I just asked you what you eat when you play golf.» Gojo was trying to recover from his nervousness.
«...c.»
«What?»
«KFC, ALRIGHT!? I EAT KFC WHEN I PLAY GOLF.»
Nuh-uh, no one could stop this rising temperature on Gojo's face, now only able to stammer out an «A-Ah...».
Neither knew what to say anymore, creating an awkward silence not only in the room where they were, but also in the homes of the millions of Americans who were watching them live.
Many turned off the TV thinking they were the third wheel in that situation, while others remained with their eyes glued to the screen curious to know how it would end.
«...Satoru?» Geto called out to him shyly.
«Yes?»
«Sorry for bringing up Megumi...»
«Oh...it's okay... Sorry for trying to talk to you about COVID...»
A giggle escaped Geto's mouth «Pff, fid you really say skibidi?»
«H-Hey, I got little sleep last night, I just made a mistake!» Gojo put on a pout.
Indeed, the more he thought about it, the funnier it became «Okay, that was actually funny.»
He let out a giggle, a sign that Geto caught as the green light to burst into a pompous golfing laugh.
Though caught a bit by surprise, Gojo decided to put aside conflict for a while and enjoy the moment with his "friend."
Strange, even though they were being watched by many people at that moment, they both felt that they were in the same world where they were the only inhabitants.
As long as they had each other, they didn't need anything else.
Neither of them cared about the presidency or America anymore.
«Fuck you, America.» the two said simultaneously with their eyes on the camera filming them as everyone both in the studio and from home stood applauding at such bond.
Love, huh?