Katou lets out a hoarse laughter at that. "I ain't pretty, idiot." Not with his droopy eyes, bad dyejob, countless, ever-present bruises and piss-colored eyes. Maybe Gojyo has something wrong in his eyesight. The only thing that was pretty in him was his nose, sweet little thing. But when his 'father' had broken it twice by the time he was eight it no longer seemed so little or pretty.
Unfortunately he can't take that hit in, or there's a good possibility he'll be unable to deal with the 'later' part of the story. He dives, momentarily feeling the gut wrenching nausea and spin of wild vertigo, but he refuses to go down with it. He redirects his position, two quick steps taking him under Gojyo's swinging arm and close enough to aim a right hook right to Gojyo's face.
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Katou lets out a hoarse laughter at that. "I ain't pretty, idiot." Not with his droopy eyes, bad dyejob, countless, ever-present bruises and piss-colored eyes. Maybe Gojyo has something wrong in his eyesight. The only thing that was pretty in him was his nose, sweet little thing. But when his 'father' had broken it twice by the time he was eight it no longer seemed so little or pretty.
Unfortunately he can't take that hit in, or there's a good possibility he'll be unable to deal with the 'later' part of the story. He dives, momentarily feeling the gut wrenching nausea and spin of wild vertigo, but he refuses to go down with it. He redirects his position, two quick steps taking him under Gojyo's swinging arm and close enough to aim a right hook right to Gojyo's face.