[Yamamoto only wants to be a comfort for his friends. But, in the end, he can not control how anyone feels about anything, all he can do is what he always does, his best. He will not look for extra meanings behind those angry responses. He knows, maybe in some ways what is behind them. But he also knows, given time they can grow past them.
The biggest problem for him is going to be giving in when Gokudera instigates that competitive nature of his. That is something that never changes, except now, it will not be quite as friendly as it could. It's old ground that he knows, but he did not expect to tread on it once more. But he will plow ahead as he does.]
They were supposed to attack with snowballs. [The swordsman shrugs, either way, it turned out fine as far as he is concerned. He would be happy with an old fashioned snowball fight even at his age. That critical sharpness is not an unusual response, Gokudera is not the type to oh and aw or react quite as openly admiring of the cuteness as Yamamoto is.]
Hahaha! Lucky me, those might have hurt. [Though that's a pretty cool skill he thinks, he also holds back from gushing about it, no reason to poke Gokudera when he's actually calming down a little and talking to Yamamoto.
As if on cue, the minute he congratulates the animals do a little dip and burst into rainbow snow. Hopefully, he's not too close, not that it matters as the large Akita chooses that moment to leap the snow fort and go bounding through the snow to tackle Yamamoto onto his ass as the swordsman dissolves into laughter.]
Jirou!
[Yamamoto is not sure, but he would have done the same, except you know, pinned under many pounds of a dog right now in the snow.]
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The biggest problem for him is going to be giving in when Gokudera instigates that competitive nature of his. That is something that never changes, except now, it will not be quite as friendly as it could. It's old ground that he knows, but he did not expect to tread on it once more. But he will plow ahead as he does.]
They were supposed to attack with snowballs. [The swordsman shrugs, either way, it turned out fine as far as he is concerned. He would be happy with an old fashioned snowball fight even at his age. That critical sharpness is not an unusual response, Gokudera is not the type to oh and aw or react quite as openly admiring of the cuteness as Yamamoto is.]
Hahaha! Lucky me, those might have hurt. [Though that's a pretty cool skill he thinks, he also holds back from gushing about it, no reason to poke Gokudera when he's actually calming down a little and talking to Yamamoto.
As if on cue, the minute he congratulates the animals do a little dip and burst into rainbow snow. Hopefully, he's not too close, not that it matters as the large Akita chooses that moment to leap the snow fort and go bounding through the snow to tackle Yamamoto onto his ass as the swordsman dissolves into laughter.]
Jirou!
[Yamamoto is not sure, but he would have done the same, except you know, pinned under many pounds of a dog right now in the snow.]