[It's the kind of watchful behavior and oversight that Yato appreciates, honestly. The last thing he wants to do is lose himself to his innate urges and become a raging god of destruction, especially to those he cares about. If it takes Katsuki pounding his head in a bit or tackling him into submission, then so be it. Afterwards he'll thank the kid with a hug and a hair ruffle.
A nickname for Katsuki is definitely something he'll be mulling over for a while, if only to put his own spin on it. It needs to be something funny, yet either powerful or hilarious. Either or is good. If Katsuki is going to grace everyone with nicknames, it's only fair he gets one in return!]
Hehe~ Gotcha~! [Being a bit a of smug shit, he has to rub it in while he can. Although he should know from experience how quickly the tables can turn. While Katsuki almost nails his shin, he manages to dance just out of the way with a cackling laugh, thumbing his nose at him for good measure before aiming to retaliate.] Gotta catch me first, punk! [Even as he says that, though, he's attacking-- except Katsuki manages to wrap his own towel around his in a slick move, yanking it free of his hands with a jerking motion that leaves him yelping in surprise.] Wha--!!
[Suddenly unarmed and exposed, Yato stands there a minute before nervously inching backwards, both hands coming up to ward off any future blows.] I... uh... guess this means you win this round, huh? Truce? [That last word is said higher pitched and with a slight squeak. Somebody's a touch nervous, haha...]
he's a gremlin haha...
A nickname for Katsuki is definitely something he'll be mulling over for a while, if only to put his own spin on it. It needs to be something funny, yet either powerful or hilarious. Either or is good. If Katsuki is going to grace everyone with nicknames, it's only fair he gets one in return!]
Hehe~ Gotcha~! [Being a bit a of smug shit, he has to rub it in while he can. Although he should know from experience how quickly the tables can turn. While Katsuki almost nails his shin, he manages to dance just out of the way with a cackling laugh, thumbing his nose at him for good measure before aiming to retaliate.] Gotta catch me first, punk! [Even as he says that, though, he's attacking-- except Katsuki manages to wrap his own towel around his in a slick move, yanking it free of his hands with a jerking motion that leaves him yelping in surprise.] Wha--!!
[Suddenly unarmed and exposed, Yato stands there a minute before nervously inching backwards, both hands coming up to ward off any future blows.] I... uh... guess this means you win this round, huh? Truce? [That last word is said higher pitched and with a slight squeak. Somebody's a touch nervous, haha...]