To think that Katsuro had the audacity to think of him in a dress, was he thinking of him as a female in a dress? That was a degrading thing to think, and to think that image was now forming in his head. Of course he wasn't expecting the other man to aim lower in his gut, "What the ****?" he growled before tacking himself against Katsuro, knocking off the bench and the two men fell towards the concrete.