[Yato can easily imagine Katsuki going to war with anything that stands in his way, be it a stuck door or stubborn jar lid. The kid's nothing if not determined and competitive, taking almost everything as a challenge to be surmounted. Not a bad way of viewing life, but from Yato's perspective, kind of tiring. But hey, as long as it gets him through it.
Even Yato himself isn't immune to a little friendly back-and-forth of a challenge. It's good for things to not be so desperate as to drive him into a blind rage like Brasov, where his aramitama was flaring up to the point of risking even his friends' lives. This is enjoyable and fun, that wasn't.]
As if I would! [Yato still thinks they could've done better on the creative nickname department, but it's cute enough for the moment. If something better comes along, he'll switch to that. No exceptionally rude or insulting nicknames here; he likes Katsuki far too much for that, obviously.
Somehow he manages to simultaneously hop about on one foot while rubbing his stinging one, muttering various colorful curses all the while. Yet that doesn't prevent him from striking back, naturally. War gods don't need perfect circumstances to win...!] Hah! Take that, you punk! [They're really going at it now, disabling each other if only briefly. Eventually though there has to be a winner... right? Well, Yato's aiming for that spot, winding up again and staggering to the side so he can try swatting Katsuki in the ass once more. He'll show him, dammit...!]
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Even Yato himself isn't immune to a little friendly back-and-forth of a challenge. It's good for things to not be so desperate as to drive him into a blind rage like Brasov, where his aramitama was flaring up to the point of risking even his friends' lives. This is enjoyable and fun, that wasn't.]
As if I would! [Yato still thinks they could've done better on the creative nickname department, but it's cute enough for the moment. If something better comes along, he'll switch to that. No exceptionally rude or insulting nicknames here; he likes Katsuki far too much for that, obviously.
Somehow he manages to simultaneously hop about on one foot while rubbing his stinging one, muttering various colorful curses all the while. Yet that doesn't prevent him from striking back, naturally. War gods don't need perfect circumstances to win...!] Hah! Take that, you punk! [They're really going at it now, disabling each other if only briefly. Eventually though there has to be a winner... right? Well, Yato's aiming for that spot, winding up again and staggering to the side so he can try swatting Katsuki in the ass once more. He'll show him, dammit...!]