Jyou was gloating, and that was a poor move.
Proven by the precise pillow to the back of the head, sending Jyou a few steps forward to avoid falling over.
This war was going to take a very, very long time to end.
Jyou immediately did an awkward slide tackle, which was not on purpose, and chucked the pillow at the spot where Yamato’s foot would land, hoping to make him trip and fall onto the couch, floor, or anywhere else safe.
If it was going to be the table however, Jyou had that one covered as well, with the remnants of pillows resting on top of it to cushion any fall.
Whoa, cushions everywhere, Yamato thought. If neither of them stopped this pillow fight, it will never end.
“Whoa!” The blonde, unfortunately, had to trip over the pillow had chucked under one of his feet. The boy ended up falling face first onto the floor.
“Jyou, Jyou!” Yamato raised his arms in the air and groaned when he felt the pain from his nose. “I surrender…” Or at least he thought he should. He probably should. Yamato then massaged his nose bridge. “Dammit, I think I broke my nose—”
“Let me check.”
Jyou promptly pulled out his handy-dandy First Aid kit, and by “handy-dandy”, it was moreso a mini doctor’s office in a kit.
“Alright…let’s take a close look.”
Jyou gloved up, and pulled out the rest of his supplies.
If it was his mess, he was going to fix it.