[Yamamoto could float right up off the ground. He is so happy right now, and after his round of being a ghost’s ride for a while, he needed it.
When he gets his temple flicked if his smile beamed at Hector, it dazzles at Squalo because yup, that was definitely affection, and he is soaking it right up.
Squalo does not need to worry, his puppy might wag at other people, but except maybe his old man, no adult is cooler than the swordsman in Yamamoto’s eyes.
The grown-ups are talking, and he is happy to stand there, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, waiting for them to go.
Of course, being Yamamoto, even if nothing funny is said as he looks between the two older men, there is that short chuckle of his that comes to an end on the soft inhalation.]
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When he gets his temple flicked if his smile beamed at Hector, it dazzles at Squalo because yup, that was definitely affection, and he is soaking it right up.
Squalo does not need to worry, his puppy might wag at other people, but except maybe his old man, no adult is cooler than the swordsman in Yamamoto’s eyes.
The grown-ups are talking, and he is happy to stand there, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, waiting for them to go.
Of course, being Yamamoto, even if nothing funny is said as he looks between the two older men, there is that short chuckle of his that comes to an end on the soft inhalation.]
We got fish for the cats last time.