Having spent so much time on Amoi and made to keep from his family, punished for stepping somewhere he was not allowed, Gokudera had learned to value a bit more the time he spends with people individually. He's not sentimental and warm about it, but there is something more open to him that was never around in Namimori. He's flexible in how he's guarded with people he doesn't like. Even if Ryohei were to arrive, he'd argue with him as usual but probably visibly enjoy it.
The time alone has made his will to grow stronger. The motive has always been for the boss, but it's also for the family. It's the kind of consideration a right-hand man should have. Making a smooth transition for a fellow Guardian will help out the family, and the Tenth is no exception.
"Right." Yamamoto is not ever difficult to be around unless, like Gokudera, someone is actively opposed towards most everything about him.
"It was! I mean, some of the outfits looked pretty stupid, though..." He remembers the Tenth being scared he'd be clothed in something dodgy when they went to the pool, and he just ended up in swim trunks. Gokudera had ended up in a speedo, and Yamamoto had wound up in a fundoshi. It'd been so funny and he's snickering to himself at the thought.
"Yes with my hands!" He barks, almost irritated at the teasing tone. "I fought a dragon before, and I've given Uri a bath! How hard could catching one little fish be?"
Gokudera gives him a shove, noticing that staring. "Think you could do better, hm? If you catch one, I'll drink a carton of milk every day for a week. Two, and I might do it for a month. If I catch one first, you're getting me a new carton of smokes. Deal?" He goes to offer his left hand, then changes his mind and offers the right. The scratches on his sides are definitely not sharp, deep, or small. A person definitely left them, and Gokudera would admit he kind of... liked getting them? Nah, that's too embarrassing to say. It's not like he'll get new ones like this, so there is nothing to worry about.
He watches that ball of clothes and hopes it will be easy enough to retrieve when they're done. Gokudera whistles, "Show off..." It's as much a compliment as a grumbled remark.
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The time alone has made his will to grow stronger. The motive has always been for the boss, but it's also for the family. It's the kind of consideration a right-hand man should have. Making a smooth transition for a fellow Guardian will help out the family, and the Tenth is no exception.
"Right." Yamamoto is not ever difficult to be around unless, like Gokudera, someone is actively opposed towards most everything about him.
"It was! I mean, some of the outfits looked pretty stupid, though..." He remembers the Tenth being scared he'd be clothed in something dodgy when they went to the pool, and he just ended up in swim trunks. Gokudera had ended up in a speedo, and Yamamoto had wound up in a fundoshi. It'd been so funny and he's snickering to himself at the thought.
"Yes with my hands!" He barks, almost irritated at the teasing tone. "I fought a dragon before, and I've given Uri a bath! How hard could catching one little fish be?"
Gokudera gives him a shove, noticing that staring. "Think you could do better, hm? If you catch one, I'll drink a carton of milk every day for a week. Two, and I might do it for a month. If I catch one first, you're getting me a new carton of smokes. Deal?" He goes to offer his left hand, then changes his mind and offers the right. The scratches on his sides are definitely not sharp, deep, or small. A person definitely left them, and Gokudera would admit he kind of... liked getting them? Nah, that's too embarrassing to say. It's not like he'll get new ones like this, so there is nothing to worry about.
He watches that ball of clothes and hopes it will be easy enough to retrieve when they're done. Gokudera whistles, "Show off..." It's as much a compliment as a grumbled remark.