[Well, a laugh is better than anger in this situation, where he's unarmed and disoriented. He doesn't want to go fighting any strangers unless he has to, but if it comes down to it, he's skilled enough to be able to defend himself barehanded. But for now Yato merely huffs in annoyance.]
I should hope so. It's so tacky!
[Yeah, that's his complaint: that the accommodations are cheesy and glitzy and altogether nothing like a prison. If he's going to be a damsel in distress, he wants to play the part right, dammit!]
Tch! Don't tell me what to do! [Although he doesn't seem adverse to following the order, hugging the blanket around himself self-consciously.] Hah! Betcha I'm older than you, though! If anything you should be on your knees bowing to me!
[If he had more sense than pride, he'd be appreciative of the gesture. Instead, Mr. Dumdum has decided it's a battle of egos. Sitting up royally with the blanket wrapped like a cape or robe.]
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I should hope so. It's so tacky!
[Yeah, that's his complaint: that the accommodations are cheesy and glitzy and altogether nothing like a prison. If he's going to be a damsel in distress, he wants to play the part right, dammit!]
Tch! Don't tell me what to do! [Although he doesn't seem adverse to following the order, hugging the blanket around himself self-consciously.] Hah! Betcha I'm older than you, though! If anything you should be on your knees bowing to me!
[If he had more sense than pride, he'd be appreciative of the gesture. Instead, Mr. Dumdum has decided it's a battle of egos. Sitting up royally with the blanket wrapped like a cape or robe.]