Arguing with Ryohei is less about content and more about volume. Gokudera yells at everyone pretty equally with the obvious exception of their boss. Something about the stupid bickering feels like home. Like he has real actual family that he has to get along with. Always, at the end of the day, he could smile near them. He may not be forthcoming with that warmth, but to those people attentive enough (coughYamamotocough), it's obvious Gokudera just gets carried away and likely has more fun than he lets on.

"Depended on the event, but kind of, yeah." He'd been turned into a sort of werecat person one time. That was fun, having a long fluffy tail and snow leopard features. He'd still mostly been himself, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the tail the most, carrying it around in his mouth like a weirdo and having some good reflexes.

Gokudera smirks when Yamamoto agrees to the competition. Catching fish bare-handed is totally different than fighting a dragon or bathing a cat. Still, he's going to carry on like he's done this loads of times.

"Tch! I've been ready this whole time!" He declares and claps his left hand to his right bicep. He's going to catch so many fish! Gokudera then bends forward, hands hovering over the water, and he glances to Yamamoto. On your mark, baseball idiot.