At first, when the fresh scent of blood wafted into his olfactories, Yoshinori wanted to feel triumphant, like he'd finally managed to one up the fucktard of a dragon god. And he had, for at least several seconds. Ryuujin got what he deserved for being so selfish and ridiculous and unaccommodating all the time.
But then the dragon pulls a temper tantrum over Yoshi's tiny slip up, only cementing the cat's negative feelings towards the other. He's given little to no time to react once his desk chair is so violently ripped right out from under him, planting Yoshi on his ass with a grunt of surprise. Surely the rooms next to theirs heard the loud commotion.
Cursing under his breath, Yoshinori attempts to pull himself up, lips parting to throw ugly words at Ryuu and possibly some fire as a pleasant bonus---but the sudden sight of scales and horns makes him falter, mauve hues growing wide. Shit...was he going to transform? In here? Somehow Yoshi had underestimated the degree by which the dragon could get angry because of stupid things.
Events are unfolding quicker than Yoshinori ever expected, for mere seconds later he's being assaulted by the damn chair his ass had previously been occupying. A shout of pain escaped and he hit the floor, teeth grinding together as arms covered his head, mentally screaming every ill curse he could think of at the god.
Yoshi coughed on a sharp gasp when Ryuu finally stopped, back, neck, and arms stinging like a mother fucker. He panted unevenly, fingers digging into the rug below him, sneering deeply at the other. "You------fucking i--diot! Are you seriously going to do that here!?" Groaning in utter frustration, Yoshi slowly but surely picks himself up off the ground, using the work desk as support, wishing so desperately to engulf Ryuujin in flames---not that it would work.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoshi simply ground out, "I couldn't agree more."
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