It's no real surprise that Kazuchika hadn't told him himself yet. That Shinsuke would find out online one random evening. A book... of nudes... of the IWGP champion. We live in such different worlds now, he marvels, thinking about the much more cleancut company that he finds himself in, one that would have a heart attack if even such a whisper of a thing about him hit the internet.

Of course America is much more rigid about the human body than even Japan is, so much so that even their magazines geared towards such things have stopped publishing in that format. Shinsuke sighs, rubs at the back of his neck, skritching up his hairline before exhaling out a vague laugh at the thoughts of Kazuchika posing- his pride and ego stripped bare along with his clothes, leaving himself open to the world's comments and criticism. It's not so funny anymore, really.

Kazuchika is young, vulnerable. Yes, he's traveled the world and been through so much already, but still. Shinsuke gnaws at his lip for a moment before finding his cell phone. International calls are expensive and Gedo will yell if Kazuchika spends the better part of his paycheck on repeated phonecalls to Shinsuke, so he works his way through the facetime app, relieved when he gets it to work... and more so when Okada answers, his teeth gleaming in the glow of the phone. "Moshimoshi," he teases, knowing that Shinsuke hates when he answers video calls like that.

Shinsuke rolls his eyes at him before sprawling out languidly on the bed. "Kazuchika is all grown up," he teases in his slow, plodding attempt at English that possibly annoys everyone else- and makes it all the more enjoyable for Shinsuke when talking to his rivals in NXT- but Okada seems to wait patiently for, an eager look in his dark eyes. "Posing for a naked book and everything."

The flush that covers Okada's face at this makes Shinsuke grin even more. "I... meant to tell you. Just, so much has been happening." He looks almost mortified and again Shinsuke's humor eases.

Youth, he reminds himself. Still delicate, despite the championships and accolades. His time in TNA hadn't helped, and Gedo, as loyal as he is to Okada, is quite the taskmasker, taking as much as he gives at times, so Shinsuke eases his laughter into a vague, accepting smile. "I will be one of the first to receive a copy, hai?"

Kazuchika looks surprised. Taps his finger against the back of the phone thoughtfully. "You'd want one?"

"Yes," Shinsuke says with a nod. "I would. I mean, it's you, yes?" He has sent things over for Okada already- his shirt, a poster, his first trading card. Soon, he will be sending over his action figure, which will give him an evening to spend picturing Kazuchika cackling every time he looks at it because the thing does look fairly awful and not at all like him. Or at least he hopes it doesn't look like him... He touches his face uncertainly for a moment before turning his attention back to the phone.

"If you want," Kazuchika shrugs, trying to seem like it doesn't bother him either way, but Shinsuke can see through his act.

"Yes, I do."

Okada's eyes gleam. "Alright then. I'll send you the first copy I can."

Shinsuke bares his teeth in a grin. "Thank you. It is late. We will talk later, yes?"

"Yes. Good night, Shinsuke."

He smiles and turns off the app before laying the device down and closing his eyes, laughing quietly once more before falling into a peaceful sleep.