[Katsuki just scowls in response. It made sense to him. Amegahara had been nice. And then he realized what had happened and they never talked about it again. He blamed this place and its shitty moons. He didn't want to blow them up just because it was fun, but because of that shit.]
What do you want? A pat on the back? I don't give a shit what you eat, Icy Hot.
[That contact shuts him up briefly, his tail swaying lethargically on the couch where he's resting it. The wings are harder to maneuver, made of a strong but stiff material. He's trying to stay off to the side to give Shouto enough room and to not accidentally poke his eye with the edges, but he aggressively swipes a bun, digging his canines in.]
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What do you want? A pat on the back? I don't give a shit what you eat, Icy Hot.
[That contact shuts him up briefly, his tail swaying lethargically on the couch where he's resting it. The wings are harder to maneuver, made of a strong but stiff material. He's trying to stay off to the side to give Shouto enough room and to not accidentally poke his eye with the edges, but he aggressively swipes a bun, digging his canines in.]
Shut up. I said it was fine!