as all things begin with them, aratachi is minding his business when kouga approaches. there's no reason for him to be sprawled out across the entire bench the way he is, but sue him, he's exhausted. he doesn't know how hayate does the whole night owl thing so well, only to bounce back immediately for the day. ( though, he supposes the bags under hayate's eyes would say otherwise. ) all aratachi wants to do is sleep, but he'd promised his teammates they would train today.
he isn't expecting the shove that comes, even if he senses kouga's presence before he sees him. the force of it comes out of nowhere, elbows digging deep into his ribs, causing him to buck and squirm right off the bench and onto the unforgiving ground below it. the sound that rips from him is undignified, a squeak and a yelp. even worse, kokuō doesn't warn him, which can only mean she's warming up to kouga. a travesty, really. rubbing the back of his shoulder, aratachi pushes himself from the floor with a huff. " you're an evil little dog. i'm taking you out of hayate-sensei's will. "
Kouga settles into the bench in essentially the same lazy lounge Aratachi had been maintaining- though, of course, there's about an extra foot of space at his feet. He props himself up on his elbow, peers down at the blond, and gives him a grin that is little more than a baring of his pointed teeth.
He reaches down and shoves at his shoulder lazily when Tachi tries to get back up, though it doesn't matter much to him whether he succeeds in knocking him over again or not.
"Hayate won't take me out of the will because I'm the only one that knows the Gekkou Funeral Rites," Kouga informs him drily. "My place as executor of his will is secured forever. You, however, won't be getting more than a kunai if you keep mouthing off."
