[The sheer lack of layers is enough to practically short-circuit Yato's poor little brain, especially once he gets a face full of the matching bra down Hiyori's shirt as she pushes herself up to direct her ire at their opponent. He tries to look anywhere else, but they're just too close for his gaze to be on anything but her.
Had anyone stumbled upon them in this instant, it'd quite look like a scene out of a romance story, with Hiyori pinning him to the floor in a compromising position. Thankfully their only spectator is fuzzy and more concerned with repelling the invaders than the hijinks they're getting up to.
Squirming a bit to try wriggling out from beneath her, gives up after a moment and lets his head hit the fabric beneath them.]
I don't think it understands us, Hiyori...
[The catfish innocently blows a bubble before taking another potshot at them, this time nailing him in the bare legs, sending him flailing.]
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Had anyone stumbled upon them in this instant, it'd quite look like a scene out of a romance story, with Hiyori pinning him to the floor in a compromising position. Thankfully their only spectator is fuzzy and more concerned with repelling the invaders than the hijinks they're getting up to.
Squirming a bit to try wriggling out from beneath her, gives up after a moment and lets his head hit the fabric beneath them.]
I don't think it understands us, Hiyori...
[The catfish innocently blows a bubble before taking another potshot at them, this time nailing him in the bare legs, sending him flailing.]
Yeegh! Cold!!