[Well, if it was a big enough kaiju that he didn't need to be chewed up first to be swallowed, he might agree to it. Wouldn't be the first time he's been in something's stomach, probably won't be the last. But yeah, no hanging around this one when it decides to react to being dosed with wolfsbane. Last thing Yato wants is to get thrown up on by a damn wolf kaiju. It could be poisonous or worse, honestly. He's having none of that crap, thank you.]
Heh, I don't whimper! [He might whine though, especially given the seriousness of his injury. Every pulse of blood through his veins results in more pouring down his leg, getting on his boots. That alone is enough to make him cringe and scowl, and he does even more so with the aching throb of pain keeping him crouched down. That gives him time to watch a Bakugo disarms; it's a curious contraption he's got, but a cleverly designed one from what he can tell. Impressive. Made to work with Bakugo's Quirk perfectly. He wonders if the kid designed it himself or if he had help.]
Great. Thanks. [That part at least is said with feeling, a simple yet powerful word meant to convey that trust he has in the hero. That's why he doesn't balk or argue at the instruction, instead tugging his scarf up to get a wad of the fabric between his teeth. He gives another nod when he's ready, letting his eyes close to try focusing on anything but the pain. Maybe if he thinks of Hiyori, it won't hurt so much... Muffled, he mutters:] Go for it.
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Heh, I don't whimper! [He might whine though, especially given the seriousness of his injury. Every pulse of blood through his veins results in more pouring down his leg, getting on his boots. That alone is enough to make him cringe and scowl, and he does even more so with the aching throb of pain keeping him crouched down. That gives him time to watch a Bakugo disarms; it's a curious contraption he's got, but a cleverly designed one from what he can tell. Impressive. Made to work with Bakugo's Quirk perfectly. He wonders if the kid designed it himself or if he had help.]
Great. Thanks. [That part at least is said with feeling, a simple yet powerful word meant to convey that trust he has in the hero. That's why he doesn't balk or argue at the instruction, instead tugging his scarf up to get a wad of the fabric between his teeth. He gives another nod when he's ready, letting his eyes close to try focusing on anything but the pain. Maybe if he thinks of Hiyori, it won't hurt so much... Muffled, he mutters:] Go for it.