[Kuzuryuu reaches up and grabs the collar of Yata's shirt, roughly tugging the boy down a few inches so they're on eye level. His own eye is absolutely blazing with rage at this point and his voice is low and threatening when he speaks. It's a completely different kind of anger than the spluttering, stuttering yelling he was exhibiting up until a minute ago. Maybe this will help Yata take him a little more seriously.]
[Or maybe not. Depends on how strong his sense of self preservation is.]
[There is so much in what Yata just said that could have pissed him off, but the main thing was...]
You ever call me that again, and I'll make you regret the day you were born.
[You are not a part of his family, you have no right to call him that, especially not in such a mocking tone. If Yata had just left out this one thing, Kuzuryuu wouldn't have needed to get so up close and personal about this but...alas......]
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[Or maybe not. Depends on how strong his sense of self preservation is.]
[There is so much in what Yata just said that could have pissed him off, but the main thing was...]
You ever call me that again, and I'll make you regret the day you were born.
[You are not a part of his family, you have no right to call him that, especially not in such a mocking tone. If Yata had just left out this one thing, Kuzuryuu wouldn't have needed to get so up close and personal about this but...alas......]